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YOUNG AMERICAN STORY BOOK 


STORIES OF 

EVERYDAY HEROES 


By'^'JANE (eayre) fryer 

AUTHOR OF “THE MARY FRANCES SEWING BOOK;” 
“THE MARY FRANCES COOK BOOK.” AND OTHER 
“MARY FRANCES STORY-INSTRUCTION BOOKS” 


ILLUSTRATED BY 

EDNA W. COOKE / 

and from photographs / 



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THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers 
Chicago PHILADELPHIA Toronto 




Copyright, 1920, by 
The John C. Winston Co. v 
Copyright, 1918 

\ 


JfcG 31 1920 ‘ 

©Ci.A604839 






AMERICANS FOR AMERICA 

THE YOUNG AMERICAN STORY BOOKS have been 
written to meet the public demand for literature of such 
patriotic character and civic nature as will help in making 
better American citizens of children — in other words, such 
as will inculcate real Americanism. 

Since the World War, as never before, we have come to 
recognize that even young children are citizens, just as 
much as adults are. We have come to see that, as citizens, 
boys and girls must be taught Americanism — must be 
trained in good citizenship ; and that, if they are to be good 
adult citizens, we cannot wait for them to grow up, but 
must give them such training in youth. 

The first volume. Stories of Everyday Friends, starts 
wdth the child in the home, and many of the stories are 
drawn from the daily life of the usual child in the average 
American family. Attention is called to the daily service 
of the friends who help the family to live. These friends 
are the baker, the milkman, the grocer, the doctor, the 
nurse, and others without whose work the family would 
find it hard to live comfortably. 

The question naturally arises, ^^How should such helpful 
friends be treated?’^ The stories in the volume which teach 
such simple virtues as courtesy, helpfulness, truthfulness, 
fair play, thoroughness, honesty, and respect answer the 
question. Even the services of the grocer’s horse are not 


overlooked, for kindness to animals is one of the topics 
treated. 

Similarly, in the second volume. Stones of Everyday 
Heroes, the stories are about the services of another set 
of people who help guard and defend that most valuable 
institution — the American home. These helpers are every- 
day heroes such as the policeman, the fireman, the street 
cleaner, the Red Cross worker, and others who give daily 
patriotic services. Not only are their services examples of 
good Americanism, but they are of such a nature as to 
supply stories of courage, self-control, thrift, perseverance, 
and patriotism. Here the young citizen is again taught 
kindness to animals as part of his training in fair play. 

In the third volume. Stories of Everyday Wonders, a 
new set of interests is pointed out. Stories are told of the 
telephone, the telegraph, of water, gas, and electricity, and 
other comforts and advantages that surround the children 
of to-day. In this volume, as in the former volumes, the 
question, ‘^What can I do?’^ is answered. The child is 
shown just what useful services may be rendered by children. 
Caring for Our City’s Trees, Clean-up Day, Vacation 
Gardens, Safety First, First Aid, and Junior Red Cross 
Work are topics of stories which will inspire young citizens 
to patriotic service, and prepare them for the serious 
responsibilities which await every child in America to-day. 


CONTENTS 


PART I 

CIVIC VIRTUES 

Stories Teaching Courage, Self-control, Thrift, Perse- 
verance, Patriotism, Kindness to Animals. 

Courage {Physical) page 

Ida Lewis, the Heroine of Lime Rock Light 3 

Run! John, Run! 6 

He Did Not Hesitate 7 

Down a Manhole 9 

Courage (Moral) 

The Twelve Points of the Scout Law 11 

Captain Abraham Lincoln and the Indian . . 12 

Daniel in the Lions’ Den 17 

Self-control 

Better Not, Bob! (adapted). Hartley Richards 21 
The Knights of the Silver Shield (adapted), 
Raymond M. Alden 30 

Thrift 

The Prince and the Crumbs of Dough 37 

The Tramp 41 

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PAGE 

Uncle Sam’s Money 46 

Three Ways to Use Money 48 

Thrift Day 50 

How Richard Planted a Dollar 54 

How TO Start a Bank Accoltnt 58 

Perseverance 

The Hare and the Tortoise (a play) 60 

At the End of the Rainbow 63 

The Crow and the Pitcher 74 

Drive the Nail Aright 76 

Kindness to Animals 

The Arabian Horse 79 

The Story of Barry 81 

Bands of Mercy 84 

Some Things Mr. Angell Told Boys and Girls 85 

Nellie’s Dog, Robert E. Hewes 87 

Who Said Rats? H. H. Jacobs 92 

A Brave Mother, H. H. Jacobs 93 

About Thoreau 96 

Fair Play for Our Wild Animals 96 

The True Story of Pedro 97 

What Children Can Do 99 

A Horse’s Petition to His Driver 100 

The Horse’s Point of View 101 

A Man Who Knew How 103 

How TO Treat a Horse 103 

The Horse’s Prayer 104 

Birds as the Friends of Plants 108 

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PAGE 

Androclus and the Lion 113 

List of Books about Animals 117 

PART II 

STORIES ABOUT OUR PUBLIC SERVANTS 
The Policeman 

The Policeman and the Runaway 122 

Everybody’s Friend 125 

What the Policeman Does for Us 126 

How We May Aid the Policeman 127 

The Fireman 

Duties of a Fireman 129 

The Story of a Fire 130 

1. Jack Gives the Alarm 130 

II. At the Fire 133 

III. The Rescue of Shorty 136 

How TO Help the Fireman 141 

Don’ts for Your Own Protection 143 

The Postman 

How THE Mail is Delivered, James F. 

Chamberlain (adapted) 145 

1. Uncle Charles Writes from Alaska. 145 

11. Early Mail Carriers 148 

III. Postage Stamps 150 

IV. The Pony Express 153 

V. The Mails of Today 154 

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The Street Cleaner 

PAGE 

Ben Franklin’s Own Story about Philadel- 
phia Streets 159 

You AND Your Streets 161 

Equipment of Street Cleaners 166 

How We May Help Keep the Streets Clean . . 167 

Tlw Garbage Collector 

What the Garbage Can Told Robert 169 

Two Garbage Collectors 175 

Robert’s Visit to the Garbage Plant 179 

The Ash and Rubbish Collector 

The Fire That Started Itself 180 

PART III 
SAFETY FIRST 

Who Am 1 187 

Our Safety First Men 189 

Brave Watchman Receives Medal from Presi- 
dent Wilson 193 

Stop! Look! Listen! 194 

Be on Your Guard 196 

A Clean City 201 

Fire-Prevention Day 202 

How TO Fight Flies 204 

How TO Fight Mosquitoes 206 

How TO Make a Mosquito Trap 208 

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PART IV 

THE AMERICAN RED CROSS 
Junior Member ship and School Activities 

Patriotic Service page 

The Junior Red Cross 213 

The President’s Proclamation 214 

What the Children Did 215 

The Red Cross in War 216 

The Red Cross in Peace 216 

The Good Neighbor 219 

Our Two Flags 220 

The Red Cross Flag 220 

Florence Nightingale 221 

Henri Dunant 222 

Clara Barton 222 

1. The Christmas Baby 223 

11. The Little Nurse 223 

III. Clara Grows Up 224 

IV. The Civil War 225 

V. The Army Nurse 226 

VI. Miss Barton Hears op the Red 

Cross 226 

VII. The American Red Cross 227 

When There Was No Red Cross 228 

When the Red Cross Came 229 

The Red Cross 231 

How Maplewood Won Sonny 232 

The Junior Red Cross’ First Birthday 233 

How TO Make a Red Cross Emblem 234 

I Knew You’d Come. . . 235 


Patriotism 


PAGE 


The Debt 236 

Pledge Of Allegiance To Our Flag 237 

To THE Flag, Edward B. Seymour 238 

The American Flag. 239 

Plain Buttons— The Man Without a Coun- 
try (adapted) 240 

America, My Homeland 247 

Columbus, Joaquin Miller 248 

Democracy 250 

The Future— What Will It Bring? 251 


Outline of Work (For the Teacher) 253 

How TO Obtain Information about the Junior 
Red Cross 258 


PART I 


CIVIC VIRTUES 

Stories Teaching Courage, Self-Control, Thrift, Per- 
severance, Patriotism, Kindness to Animals 



It was a Hard Struggle to Make Headway 



IDA LEWIS, THE HEROINE OF LIME ROCK 
LIGHT 

This is the story of Ida Lewis, a New England girl 
who became famous as a lighthouse keeper. 

Ida's father. Captain Lewis, kept the lighthouse on 
Lime Rock, near Newport in Rhode Island. While 
Ida was still a young girl. Captain Lewis became a 
helpless cripple, and the entire care of the light fell 
upon the daughter. 

One stormy day, as Ida was looking out over the 
water, she saw a rowboat capsize. In a moment, she 
was in the lifeboat rowing to the spot. There, in the 
high waves, three young men were struggling for their 
lives. Somehow, Ida got them all safely aboard her 
boat and rowed them to Lime Rock. 

That was the first of her life-saving ventures. Before 
she was twenty-five years old there were ten rescues 
to the credit of this brave girl. 

Ida did not seem to know fear. She risked her life 
constantly. Whenever a vessel was wrecked or a life 
was in danger within sight of her lighthouse, Ida Lewis 
and her lifeboat were always the first to go to the 
rescue. 

One wintry evening in March, 1869, came the rescue 
that made Ida famous throughout the land. 

She was nursing a severe cold, and sat toasting her 
stockinged feet in the oven of the kitchen stove. 
Around her shoulders her mother had thrown a towel 
for added warmth. 

Outside the lighthouse a winter blizzard was blowing. 

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churning the waters of the harbor and sending heavy 
rollers crashing against the rock. 

Suddenly above the roar of the tempest, Ida heard a 
familiar sound — the cry of men in distress. 

Even a strong man might have thought twice before 
risking his life on such a night — but not Ida Lewis. 

Without shoes or hat, she threw open the kitchen 
door and ran for the boat. 

''Oh, don't go!" called her mother; "it is too great 
a risk!" 

"I must go, mother!" cried the brave girl, running 
faster. 

"Here's your coat," called her mother again. 

" I haven't a moment to spare if I am to reach them 
in time!" cried Ida, pulling away at the oars. 

She had only a single thought. Human life was in 
danger. Her path of duty led to the open water. 

Strong though she was, it was a hard struggle to 
make headway against those terrible waves. Time 
and again she was driven back. But she would not 
give up. At last she guided her boat to the spot where 
the voices were still crying for help. 

There she found two men clinging to the keel of a 
capsized boat. They were almost exhausted when 
she helped them to safety in her lifeboat. 

The men were soldiers from Fort Adams, across the 
bay. Returning from Newport at night, they were 
caught in the gale and their frail boat was upset. 

"When I heard those men calling," said Ida, in 
telling about it afterwards, "I started right out just as 
I was, with a towel over my shoulders. 

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‘‘ I had to whack them on the fingers with an oar to 
make them let go of the side of my boat, or they would 
have upset it. My father was an old sailor, and he 
often told me to take drowning people in over the 
stern; and IVe always done so.'' 

The story of Ida's heroic deed sent a thrill of admi- 
ration across the country. The soldiers of the fort 
gave her a gold watch and chain. The citizens of 
Newport, to show their pride in her, presented her 
with a fine new surfboat. This boat was christened 
the ''Rescue." The legislature of Rhode Island 
praised her for bravery; and the humane and life- 
saving societies sent her gold and silver medals. 

Best of all. Congress passed a special act, making 
her the official keeper of Lime Rock Lighthouse in 
place of the father who had died some years before. 

For over fifty years she held this position. It was 
her duty to trim the lamps every day, and to keep 
them burning brightly every night. Not once in all 
that half century did the light fail to shine and guide 
ships in safety. When an old lady, Ida Lewis was 
asked if she was ever afraid. 

"I don't know that I was ever afraid," she replied; 
" I just went, and that was all there was to it. I never 
even thought of danger. 

"If there were some people out there who needed 
help," she said, pointing across the water, "I would 
get into my boat and go to them, even if I knew I 
could not get back. Wouldn't you?" 

Do you wonder that Ida Lewis was called the heroine 
of Lime Rock Light? 


RUN! JOHN, RUN! 

Once there was a boy, John Hart, who lived at the 
edge of a wood, half a mile from a village. One winter 
evening his mother said, John, I want you to go to 
the village on an errand; are you afraid of the dark?'' 

''No, indeed, mother. I'm not afraid." 

John set out bravely on the lonely road. Passing 
a great oak tree, he heard a queer rustling sound. His 
heart beat fast and fear whispered, "Run! John, run!" 
His feet began to run, but he said, "I won't run!" 
Then he saw that the sound was made by leaves blown 
about in the wind. "Only leaves," he said, laughing. 

Halfway to the village a dark figure was standing 
beside the path. Fear whispered, "A robber! Run! 
John, run!" but he thought, "I won't run," and 
called out as he drew nearer, "Good evening!" Then 
he saw that the robber was a small fir tree. " Only a fir 
tree," he said, and laughed again. 

Just outside the village a tall white figure appeared 
beside a dark hedge. Fear whispered, "A ghost! 
Run! John, run!" Although shivering, he said, "I 
will not run!" Then the ghost disappeared, and the 
rising moon was shining through a break in the hedge. 
"Only moonshine," he said, laughing once more. 

His errand done, John set out on his return. The 
ghost was gone, the fir tree was a friendly sentinel, the 
leaves were still playing in the wind. The next day 
he cut down the fir tree and set it up as a Christmas 
tree. Spreading some dry leaves beneath it, he said, 
"Just suppose, mother. I'd let them scare me." 

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HE DID NOT HESITATE 

In a forest on the banks of the Shenandoah River, 
in the northern part of Virginia, a party of young 
surveyors were eating their picnic dinner. 

Suddenly they heard the shriek of a woman. ''Oh, 
my boy! my poor little boy is drowning!’^ rose the cry. 
The young men sprang to their feet, and rushed toward 
the river. 

A tall youth of eighteen was the first to reach the 
woman, whom two men were holding back from the 
water’s edge. 

"Oh, sir,” pleaded the woman, as the young man 
approached; "please help me! My boy is drowning, 
and these men will not let me go!” 

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''It would be madness!’' exclaimed one of the men. 
"She would jump into the river, and be dashed to 
pieces in the rapids.” 

Throwing off his coat, the youth sprang to the edge 
of the bank. For a moment he scanned the rocks 
and the whirling currents. Then, as the bright red of 
the little boy’s dress caught his eye, he plunged into 
the roaring foam. Everyone watched the struggle, as 
he battled against the raging waters. 

Twice ‘the boy went down; twice he reappeared 
farther and farther away. The terrible rapids were 
bearing him on to the most dangerous part of the 
river. The youth put forth all his strength. Three 
times the child was almost within his grasp; three 
times an ever stronger eddy tossed it from him. 

On the bank the people waited breathless, almost 
hopeless. Suddenly, the brave swimmer caught the 
little body. A shout of joy arose that quickly changed 
into a cry of horror. The boy and man had shot over 
the falls and vanished in the seething waters below. 

The watchers ran along the bank, peering into the 
foaming, boiling depths. 

" There ! There they are 1 ” cried the mother. " See I 
See, they are safe!” She fell on her knees with a 
prayer of thanksgiving. Eager, willing arms drew 
them up from the water — the boy insensible, but 
alive; the youth well-nigh exhausted. 

"God will reward you for this day’s work,” said the 
grateful woman. "The blessings of thousands will be 
yours.” She spoke truly; for the youth of whom this 
story is told was George Washington.— 

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DOWN A MANHOLE 
If Willie Duncan had 
played where his mother 
told him to play, he would 
not have fallen down a 
manhole; neither would he 
have had a narrow escape 
from losing his life by being 
buried in the snow. 

But Willie was only four 
years old, and therefore not 
so much to blame as an 
older boy would have been. 

The street cleaners were 
dumping the dirty snow 
from the street into a man- 
hole, which opened into a 
big drain. This drain car- 
ried off the rain in summer 
and the snow in winter. 

While the shovelers were 
at work, Willie toddled 
across the street. Before 
the men near the manhole 
could stop him, he disap- 
peared into the opening. 

Bring a ladder! some 
one shouted. But there 
were no ladders in that 
street of crowded houses. 

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^*Turn in a fire alarm some one else cried — and 
this was quickly done. 

The men knew that firemen always bring ladders, 
and that they perform many other duties besides 
putting out fires. 

While they were waiting for the ladder, Frank Brown 
came running up. Now, Frank was only twelve years 
old, but he was a boy of quick wit and great presence 
of mind. Only the summer before, he had jumped into 
the river from a pier to rescue a small boy from 
drowning. 

''Let me go down and get him out,^’ cried Frank to 
the workmen. 

The men tied ropes about the daring boy and lowered 
him feet first into the manhole. 

Meanwhile, they could hear poor Willie crying 
bitterly down there in the soft, cold snow. 

"Where are you?'" called Frank. 

"Here I am in the snow,^' came a wee voice from 
the darkness. 

Frank caught the half-frozen little boy in his arms, 
and both were quickly pulled to the surface. 

Willie was hurried off to the hospital to be treated 
for exposure; but Frank was none the worse for his 
adventure. 

While all this was happening, an accident befell the 
fire patrol which was rushing to Willie^s rescue. The 
patrol motor-truck ran into a bakery wagon. The 
driver of the wagon was thrown out and hurt. Both 
the wagon and the patrol truck were damaged. 

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Wasn’t it fortunate for Willie that day that Frank 
Brown knew what to do, and did it? 

When the people praised Frank, he said, ^'Oh, that 
was nothing. I am glad I could help the poor little 
chap — but I would have gone down there to save even 
a kitten, wouldn’t you?” 

QUESTIONS 

Since it took some time for the fire patrol to reach the man- 
hole after the accident, what would have become of the little 
boy if Frank had not been a hero? 

How would you like to go down into a dark, cold manhole to 
rescue somebody? 

Tell what you know about Hero Medals — those of Andrew 
Carnegie, and others. 

Do you think that Frank was a Boy Scout ? Mliy ? 


THE TWELVE POINTS OF THE SCOUT 
LAW 

1. A scout is trustworthy. 

2. A scout is loyal. 

3. A scout is helpful. 

4. A scout is friendly. 

5. A scout is courteous. 

6. A scout is kind. 

7. A scout is obedient. 

8. A scout is cheerful. 

9. A scout is thrifty. 

10. A scout is brave. 

11. A scout is clean. 

12. A scout is reverent. 


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CAPTAIN ABRAHAM LINCOLN AND THE 
INDIAN 

Among the rough young men of the frontier, Abra- 
ham Lincoln was famous for his quick wit and great 
strength. Many stories are told of his courage in 
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rescuing the weak and helpless from danger, often at 
the risk of his life. 

When Lincoln was serving as captain in the Black 
Hawk War, there wandered into his camp one day 
a poor old Indian. The Indian carried no weapon, 
and he was too old to be dangerous. He was just a 
forlorn, hungry old man in search of food. 

''Injun white man’s friend,” he cried to the soldiers, 
as he took a paper from his belt and held it out to 
them. 

The paper was a pass from the general in command, 
saying that the old man was a peaceful, friendly Indian. 

But the soldiers were too much excited to pay any 
attention to the pass. 

"Kill him! Scalp him! Shoot him!” they cried, 
running for their weapons. 

They were enlisted to fight Indians, and here was an 
Indian — perhaps Black Hawk himself. They were 
not going to let him escape. 

"Me good Injun! Big White Chief says so— see 
talking paper,” protested the Indian, again offering 
them the paper. 

" Get out ! You can’t play that game on us. You’re 
a spy! Shoot him! Shoot him!” the soldiers shouted 

A dozen men leveled their rifies ready to fire. The 
others handled the old Indian so roughly and made so 
much noise over their prize that they aroused the 
captain. 

"What is all the trouble about?” he demanded, 
coming from his tent. 

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His glance fell on the frightened Indian, cowering on 
the ground. 

Dashing in among his men, he threw up their weap- 
ons, and shouted, ''Halt! Hold on, don't fire! Stop, 
I tell you!" 

Then, placing his hand on the red man's shoulder, 
he cried, "Stand back, all of you! You ought to be 
ashamed of yourselves— pitching into a poor old redskin ! 
What are you thinking of? Would you kill an unarmed 
man?" 

"He's a spy! He's a spy!" shouted the soldiers. 

"If he's a spy," answered Lincoln, "we will prove 
it, and he shall suffer the penalty. Until then, any 
man who harms him will have to answer to me." 

The poor old Indian crouched at Lincoln's feet, 
recognizing in him his only friend. 

"What are you afraid of?" demanded one of the 
ringleaders, raising his rifle. "We're not afraid to 
shoot him, even if you are a coward!" 

The tall young captain faced his accuser and slowly 
began to roll up his sleeves. 

"Who says I'm a coward?" he demanded. 

There was no response to this. 

Every man in the company knew the great strength 
of that brawny arm; some had felt it on more than one 
occasion. 

"Get out, Capt'n," they said; "that's not fair! 
You're bigger and stronger than we are. Give us a 
show!" 

"I'll give you all the show you want, boys," Cap- 
tain Lincoln replied; "more than you are willing to 
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give this Indian. Take it out of me, if you can; 
but you shall not touch him.'' 

Again, there was no answer. 

The Indian showed his pass, which proved him to 
be one of the friendly Indians from General Cass' 
division. Lincoln knew at once that it was genuine. 

The young captain ordered one of the men to give 
the captive food and let him go free. The poor man 
could not speak his thanks. To show his gratitude, 
he knelt down and kissed the feet of the young soldier. 

The men scattered and the trouble was over. No 
man in that camp had any desire to try his strength 
with Captain Abraham Lincoln, who was ready to 
protect a friendless Indian with his life. 


MEMORY GEMS 

Oh, give us men with vision clear; 

With rugged hearts that know no fear! 
Good men, who are both brave and bold. 
Unshaken by the lure of gold; 

Who stand for right, whate'er their fate — 
Such men will make our nation great. 

— Selected, 


Do all the good you can, 
In all the ways you can, 
At all the times you can. 
To all the people you can. 
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They Have not Hurt Me, for I Have Done no Wrong 




DANIEL IN THE LIONS’ DEN 
I 

In the days of long ago, when Darius was king, a 
very brave man lived in Babylon. His name was 
Daniel. Daniel was just as truthful as he was brave. 
No one ever knew him to do a mean thing, or to tell 
a lie. 

Now, Daniel was a foreigner. He had been carried 
to Babylon as a captive when a little boy. But that 
made no difference to King Darius. The king liked 
Daniel because he was loyal and faithful, which was 
more than could be said for some of the king’s servants. 
So the king made Daniel first ruler in the kingdom — a 
very high position indeed; but the proud nobles and 
princes of Babylon were very angry at this. 

''He’s only a foreigner,” some said. "We despise 
him.” 

"He was little better than a slave when he came here; 
now he rules over us,” others said. "We hate him.” 

Then they put their heads together and plotted to 
kill Daniel. "Come,” the plotters said. "Let us 
search his record and accuse him to the king. He 
must be dishonest, or a bribe-taker, to succeed like 
this.” 

These men judged Daniel by themselves. They 
searched high and they searched low, but could not find 
a single item of wrongdoing. Daniel was true to his 
trust. His enemies were defeated, but not for long; 
for they kept on plotting. 

"Why didn’t we think of it before?” cried one. 

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'"Well put him in a trap. His religion — he won't give 
that up even to save his life." 

II 

Now, you must know that the people of Babylon 
worshipped idols; Daniel worshipped the true God. 

This is the trap they laid for Daniel. They went to 
the king and said: 

''King Darius, live forever. All the nobles and 
princes of the kingdom desire to pass a law that who- 
ever shall pray to any god or man for thirty days, save 
to thee, 0 king, shall be thrown into the den of lions. 
Now, 0 king, sign the writing that it be not changed, 
according to the laws of Babylon which alter not." 

This pleased the king's vanity and he signed the 
law, not knowing that it was aimed at Daniel. 

Then the plotters set spies to catch Daniel. 

When Daniel knew that the law was signed, he might 
have said to himself: "Oh, well, it's only for thirty 
days; I won't pray at all; or I'll pray in secret; or I'll 
go to the king, who is my friend, and explain the plot." 

He did none of these things. This is what he did. 
He went into his house; up the stairs to his bedroom; 
opened the window toward the far-off city of his birth; 
knelt down and prayed to his God. He did this at 
morning, at noon, at night — three times a day as he 
had always done. 


Ill 

Daniel did just what his enemies had expected. He 
walked right into their trap, rather than disobey his 
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conscience. It took a brave heart to do that. To be 
thrown into the den of lions meant certain death. 

“Ha! ha!” laughed the plotters, “now we have 
him;” and they came in the morning to report to the 
king. 

“0 great king,” they said, “this foreigner, Daniel, 
pays no regard to the law that thou hast signed, but 
openly worships his God three times a day.” 

Then the king was very angry with himself for hav- 
ing signed the law. All that day he tried to find some 
way to save Daniel, but could not; for the laws of ' 
Babylon, once made, could not be changed. 

The same evening, the plotters came again, accusing 
Daniel. Then the king could wait no longer and sent 
for Daniel. 

“ 0 Daniel, ” said the king, “the law must be obeyed. 

It may be that thy God whom thou servest continually 
will deliver thee.” 

Daniel made no reply. 

Then the king sadly ordered the soldiers to take 
Daniel to the lions. 

The den was underground. As the soldiers removed 
the flat stone from the mouth of the den, the snarling 
beasts could be heard below. 

Quickly they lifted Daniel and threw him in. He 
made no resistance. They replaced the stone over the 
mouth of the den, and the king sealed it, so that no 
one could open the den without his permission. 

Then the king went to his palace. He sent away the 
musicians and refused to eat. All night long he tossed 
on his bed and could not sleep. 

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Meanwhile, Daniel's enemies were having a merry 
time, drinking to celebrate their victory. 

By daylight, the king was in a fever. Hastily he 
rose, ran out of his palace to the den, and ordered the 
guard to remove the stone. 

Then he stooped and looked down, fearful of what 
he was sure had happened. All was quiet. 

^'0 Daniel, Daniel," he cried. 'Hs thy God able to 
deliver thee from the lions?" 

Then up from the den rose Daniel's voice, clear and 
steady: 

^'0 king, live forever. My God hath sent his angel 
to shut the lions' mouths, and they have not hurt me, 
for I have done no wrong." 

^'Lift him out! Lift him out!" cried the king, too 
happy to wait another moment. 

Quickly they lifted Daniel into the daylight. Not a 
scratch was found on him anywhere. 

Then the king ordered the plotters to be brought to 
the den immediately. 

'^You laid a trap for my faithful servant, Daniel," 
cried the king to theiji, '^and have walked into it 
yourselves. The fate you intended for him is reserved 
for you. What have you to say?" 

But they could say nothing, save to beg for mercy. 

'^Away with them to the lions!" ordered the king. 


Whene'er a noble deed is wrought. 
Whene'er is spoken a noble thought. 

Our hearts, in glad surprise. 

To higher levels rise. —Henry W. Longfellow. 
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BETTER NOT, BOB! 

I 

Thud! thud! thud! “Hit him in the eye!” “Knock 
the pipe out of his mouth!” “Ha! ha! there goes his 
nose!” “I hit him that time!” 

The victim of this piece of cruelty was only a snow- 
man, which the boys of Strappington School had set 
up in their playground. 

But how was Mr. Gregor, who lived next door to 
the school, to know that it was only a snowman? 
And what was more natural than that he should peep 
over the playground wall to see what was going on? 
And how was little Ralph Ruddy to know that Mr. 
Gregor was there? And how was he to know that the 



snowball which was meant for the snowman's pipe 
would land itself on Mr. Gregor's nose? 

Oh, the horror that seized upon the school at that 
dire event, and the dead silence that reigned in that 
playground! For those were the good old times of 
long ago, when anything that went wrong was set 
right with a birch-rod. Little Ralph Ruddy knew 
only too well what was coming, when he saw the angry 
man stalk into the schoolhouse and speak to the 
schoolmaster. 

When the bell rang at four o'clock, the boys came 
out; and among them was Bob Hardy, the son of a 
poor farm laborer. 

''It's a shame," muttered Bob, "to make a row 
'bout an accident. Of course the schoolmaster had to 
take some notice of it. He is talking to little Ralph 
now. I told him Ralph did not mean to do it. Just 
the same. I'll smash old Gregor's windows for him." 

And Bob meant to do it, too. When all were asleep, 
he made his way down to the schoolhouse by moon- 
light, with a pocketful of stones. 

He climbed the wall of the playground, and stood 
there all ready to open fire, when a voice startled him, 
a sort of shivering whisper. "Better not. Bob! better 
wait a bit!" said the voice. 

Bob dropped the stone and looked about; but there 
was no one near him except the snowman shining 
weirdly in the pale moonlight. However, the words set 
Bob to thinking, and instead of breaking Mr. Gregor's 
windows, he went home again and got into bed. 

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II 


That was in January; and when January was done 
February came, as happens in most years. February 
brought good fortune — at least Bob's mother said so, 
for she got work at the squire's for which she was well 
paid. 

But it did not* turn out to be such very good fortune, 
after all; for the butler said she stole a silver spoon, 
and told the squire so; and if the butler could have 
proved what he said, the squire would have sent her 
to prison; but he could not, so she got off; and Bob's 
mother declared that she had no doubt the butler took 
the spoon himself. 

'' All right," said Bob to himself, '' I'll try the strength 
of my new oaken stick across that butler's back." 
And he meant it too, for that very evening he shoul- 
dered his cudgel and tramped away to the big house. 
When he got there the door stood wide open; so in he 
walked. 

Now, there hung in the hall the portrait of a queer 
old lady in a stiff frill and a long waist and an old- 
fashioned hoop petticoat; and when Bob entered the 
house, what should this old lady do but shake her head 
at him! To be sure, there was only a flickering lamp 
in the entry, and Bob thought at first it must have 
been the dim light and his own fancy; so he went strid- 
ing through the hall with his cudgel in his hand: 
^'Better not. Bob!" said the old lady; '^better wait a 
bit!" 


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'"Why, they won't let me do anything!" grumbled 
Bob; but he went home without thrashing the butler, 
all the same. 


Ill 

That was in February, you know. Well, when 
February was done, March came, and with it came 
greater ill-fortune than ever; for Bob's father was 
driving his master's horse and cart to market, when 
what should jump out of the ditch but old Nanny 
Jones's donkey, an ugly beast at the best of times, 
and enough to frighten any horse. But what must the 
brute do on this occasion but set up a terrific braying, 
which sent Farmer Thornycroft's new horse nearly 
out of his wits, so that he backed the cart and all that 
was in it — including Bob's father — into the ditch. 

A pretty sight they looked there, for the horse was 
sitting where the driver ought to be, and Bob's father 
was seated, much against his wish, in a large basket 
full of eggs, with his legs sticking out one side and his 
head the other. 

Of course. Farmer Thornycroft did not like to lose 
his eggs — who would? — for even the most obliging 
hens cannot be persuaded to lay an extra number in 
order to make up for those that are broken; but for 
all that. Farmer Thornycroft had no right to lay all 
the blame on Bob's father, and keep two shillings out 
of his week's wage. 

So Bob's father protested, and that made Farmer 
Thornycroft angry; and then, since fire kindles fire, 
Bob's father grew angry too, and called the farmer a 
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cruel brute; so the farmer dismissed him and gave 
him no wages at all. 

We can hardly be surprised that when Bob heard 
of all this he felt a trifle out of sorts. He went pelting 



over the fields, and all the way, he muttered to him- 
self, ''A cruel shame I call it, but Til pay him back; 
I mean to let his sheep out of the pen, and then I will 
just go and tell him that IVe done it.’' 

Now, the field just before you come to Farmer 
ThornyQroft’s sheep-pen was sown with spring wheat, 
and they had put up a scarecrow there to frighten the 
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birds away. The scarecrow was truly sorry to see 
Bob scouring across the field in such a temper; so just 
as Bob passed him, he flapped out at him with one 
sleeve, and the boy turned sharply round to see who it 
was. 

''Only a scarecrow,’^ said he, "blown about by the 
wind, and went on his way. But as he went, strange 
to say, he thought he heard a voice call after him, 
"Better not. Bob! better wait a bit!’" 

So Bob went home again, and never let the sheep 
astray after all; but he thought it very hard that he 
might not punish either Mr. Gregor or the butler 
or the farmer. 


IV 

Now, the folk that hide behind the shadows thought 
well of Bob for his self-restraint, and they determined 
that they would work for him and make all straight 
again. So when Bob went down to the riverside next 
day, and took out his knife to cut some reeds for 
"whistle-pipes, Father Pan breathed upon the reeds 
and enchanted them. "What a breeze!^' exclaimed 
Bob; but he knew nothing at all of what had in reality 
happened. 

Bob finished his pan-pipes, and trudged along and 
whistled on them to his heart's content. When he 
got to the village, he was surprised to see a little girl 
begin to dance to his tune, and then another little 
girl, and then another. Bob was so astonished that he 
left off playiAg, and stood looking at them, open- 
mouthed, with wonder. But as soon as he left off 
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playing, the little girls ceased to dance, and begged 
him not to play again, for the whistle-pipes, they were 
sure, must be bewitched. 

'^Ho! ho!^^ cried Bob, '^here^s a pretty game. Til 
just give old Gregor a turn. Come! that will not do 
him any harm, at any rate!'’ 

Strange to say, at that very moment Mr. Gregor 
came along the street. 

'^Toot! toot! toot! tweedle, tweedle, toot!" went 
the pan-pipes; and away went Mr. Gregor's legs, 
cutting such capers as the world never looked upon 
before. Gaily trudged Bob along the street, and 
gaily danced Mr. Gregor. The people looked out 
of their windows, and laughed; and the poor man 
begged Bob to leave off playing. 

''No, no," answered Bob; "poor little Ralph Ruddy 
never meant to hit you, and you made him dance 
with pain. It is your turn now." 

Just then the squire's butler came down the street. 
Of course, he was much puzzled to see Mr. Gregor 
dancing to the sound of a boy's whistle, but he was 
presently more surprised to find himself doing the very 
same thing. He tried with all his might to retain his 
stately gait; but it was all of no use. His legs flew up 
in spite of himself, and away he went behind Mr. Gregor 
following Bob all through the village and dancing for 
all he was worth. 

The best sight was still to come; for the tyrannical 
Farmer Thornycroft was just then walking home from 
market in a great heat, with a big sample of com in 
each of his side-pockets; and turning suddenly round 
a corner, he went right into the middle of the strange 
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procession and began to dance in a moment. Up flew 
his great fat legs, and away he went, pitching and 
tossing, and jumping and twirling, and jigging up and 
down like an elephant in a fit. 

How the people laughed, to be sure, standing in 
their doorways, and viewing this odd trio! Mr. 
Gregor was nearly fainting, the butler was in despair, 
and the perspiration poured down the farmer’s face; 
but that mattered not to Bob; he had promised him- 
self to take them for a dance all round the village, and 
he did it. At length, when he had completed the 
tour, he stopped for just one moment, and asked 
Mr. Gregor whether he would beg Ralph Ruddy’s 
pardon; and Mr. Gregor said he would, if only Bob 
would leave off playing. 

Then Bob asked the farmer if he would take his 
father back and pay him his wages, and the farmer 



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said he would; and, finally, he made the butler prom- 
ise to tell the squire that his mother had nothing to do 
with stealing the silver spoon. 

Then Bob left off playing. The three poor men went 
home in a terrible plight; and Mr. Gregor begged 
little Ralph's pardon; and the butler cleared the stain 
from Bob's mother's character; and Bob's father went 
back to work; and Farmer Thornycroft soon after- 
wards took Bob on too, and he made the best farm-boy 
that ever lived. 

— Adapted from the story in Little Folks 
By Hartley Richards. 

QUESTIONS 

Did a little voice ever say Better not” to you? 

Did you listen? 

Were you glad afterwards? 


MEMORY GEMS 

Boys flying kites haul in their white-winged birds; 
You can't do that way when you're flying words. 
''Careful with fire," is good advice we know; 
"Careful with words," is ten times doubly so. 
Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead; 
But God himself can't kill them when they're said. 

— Will CarleU)n. 


Help the weak if you are strong; 

Love the old if you are young; 
Own a fault if you are wrong; 

If you’re angry, hold your tongue. 
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THE KNIGHTS OF THE SILVER SHIELD 
I 

Once upon a time, a long while ago, in a big dark 
forest there was a great gray castle. It had high 
stone walls and tall turrets that you could see a long 
way off over the tree-tops. 

Perhaps you are wondering who lived in this castle 
far off in the woods. 

Well, you see there were cruel giants in the forest — 
so cruel that the king kept a company of knights in 
the castle to help travelers. 

These knights wore the most wonderful suits of 
armor you ever saw. They had tall helmets on their 
heads, with long red plumes floating behind. They 
carried long spears, too; but the most wonderful 
thing about them was their shields. These had been 
made by a great magician, and when the knights first 
got them they were all cloudy; but as their owners did 
more and more brave deeds, the shields grew brighter 
and brighter. 

Once in a long while, when a knight had fought a 
terribly hard battle or had done a great many very, 
very brave deeds, a beautiful golden star would appear 
in the center of the shield. 

One day a messenger came riding up to the castle 
in great haste. He was terribly excited and he shouted, 
''The giants are coming! They are all gathered 
together to fight you!'' 

You can imagine the commotion that took place in 
the castle! There was a great hurrying and scurrying 
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to bolt and bar all the doors and windows, to polish 
armor, and to get everything ready. 

The youngest knight of all. Sir Roland, was so happy 
that he did not know what to do! You see, he had 
done many brave deeds already, and he was thinking 
how much brighter his shield would be now that he 
had a chance to go into a real battle. He ' could 
hardly wait! 

By and by, all the knights were ready and the lord 
of the castle said: 

''Somebody must stay here to guard the gate. Sir 
Roland, you are the youngest; suppose you stay; and 
remember — don't let any one in." 

Poor Sir Roland! I wonder if you can imagine how 
he felt. Why, he just felt as if he wanted to die! 
To think that he had to stay at home when he wanted 
to go more than anyone else. But he was a real 
knight, so he made no reply. 

He even tried to smile as he stood at the gate and 
watched all the other knights ride away with their 
banners flying and their armor flashing in the sunshine 
and their red plumes waving in the wind. Oh, how he 
did want to go ! He watched till they had galloped out 
of sight, and then he went back into the lonely castle. 

II 

After a long while, one of the knights came limping 
back from the battle. 

"Oh, it's a dreadful fight," he said. "I think you 
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ought to go and help. Fve been wounded; but Til 
guard the gate while you go.^' 

You see, he wasn't a brave knight and he was glad to 
get away from the battle. Sir Roland's face became 
all happy again, for he thought, ''Here is my chance!" 
And he was just about to go; when, suddenly, he 
seemed to hear a voice, "You stay to guard the gate; 
and remember — don't let any one in." So instead of 
going, he said, "I can't let any one in, not even you. 
I must stay and guard the gate. Your place is at the 
battle. " 

That sounds easy to say, doesn't it? But it was very 
hard to do, when he wanted to go more than anything 
else in the world. 

After the knight had gone, there was nothing for 
him to do but to wonder how the fight was going and 
to wish that he was right in the midst of it. 

Ill 

By and by, he saw a little bent old woman coming 
along the road. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that all 
around the castle there was a moat — a sort of ditch, 
filled with water — and the only way to get to the 
castle was over a little narrow drawbridge that led 
to the gate. When the knights didn't want any one to 
come in, they could pull the bridge up against the wall. 

Well, the little old woman came up and asked Sir 
Roland if she might come in to get something to eat. 
Sir Roland said, "Nobody may come in today; 
but I'll get you some food." 

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So he called one of the servants, and while she waited 
the old woman began to talk. 

there is a terrible fight in the forest,’^ she said. 

^'How is it going? ’’ Sir Roland asked. 

''Badly for the knights,'’ she replied. "It is a 
wonder to me that you are not out there fighting, 
instead of standing here doing nothing. " 

"I have to stay to guard the gate," said Sir Roland. 

"Hm-m-m," said the old woman. "I guess you are 
one of those knights who don't like to fight. I guess 
you are glad of an excuse to stay home." And she 
laughed at him and made fun of him. 

Sir Roland was so angry that he opened his lips to 
answer; and then he remembered that she was old. 
So he closed them again, and gave her the food. Then 
she went away. 

Now, he wanted to go more than ever since he 
knew that the knights were losing the battle. It was 
pretty hard to be laughed at and called a coward! 
Oh, how he did want to go! 

IV 

Soon a queer little old man came up the road. He 
wore a long black cloak and he called out to Sir 
Roland, "My, what a lazy knight! Why aren't you 
at the fight? See, I have brought you a magic 
sword." 

He pulled out from under his cloak the most wonder- 
ful sword you ever saw. It fiashed like diamonds in 
the sim. 


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See. I Have Brought You a Magic Sword 



you take this to the fight you will win for your 
lord. Nothing can stand before it/' 

Sir Roland reached for it, and the little old man 
stepped on the drawbridge. Suddenly, the knight 
remembered, and said, ^^No!" so loudly that the old 
man stepped back. But still he called out, ^'Take it! 
It is the sword of all swords! It is for you!" 

Sir Roland wanted it so badly that, for fear he 
might take it, he called the porters to pull up the 
drawbridge. 

Then, as he watched from the gate, what do you think 
happened? It was the most wonderful thing you could 
imagine! The little old man began to grow and grow 
till he was one of the giants! Then Sir Roland knew 
that he had almost let one of the enemy into the castle. 

V 

For a while, everything was very quiet. Suddenly, 
he heard a sound, and soon he saw the knights riding 
toward the castle so happily that he knew that they 
had won. Soon they were inside, and were talking 
together about all the brave deeds they had done. 

The lord of the castle sat down on his high seat 
in the main hall with all his knights around him. Sir 
Roland stepped up to give him the key of the gate. 
All at once, one of the knights cried, The shield! Sir 
Roland's shield!" 

And there, shining in the center, was a beautiful 
golden star. Sir Roland was holding his shield in 
front of him, so he could not see it. But the others 
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looked and wondered; and the lord of the castle asked, 
''What happened? Did the giants come? Did you 
fight any alone?'' 

"No," said Sir Roland. "Only one came, and soon 
he went away again." 

Then he told all about the little old woman and the 
little old man, and the knights still wondered about the 
star. But the lord of the castle said, "Men make 
mistakes, but our shields never do. Sir Roland has 
fought and won the greatest battle of all today." 

— Raymond M. Alden — Adapted, 

QUESTIONS 

It was much harder for Sir Roland to stay and guard the gate 
than it would have been for him to go to the fight, wasn’t it? 

How many times was he tempted? 

What might have happened if he had not guarded the gate? 

Which knight gained the greatest victory of all? 

Over whom did he gain it? 

Can you remember a time when you did the right thing even 
though you felt very much like doing something else? 


MEMORY GEMS 

He that ruleth his spirit is better than he that 
taketh a city.— 

A strong heart may be ruined in fortune, but not in 
spirit.— Fidor Hugo. 

Be sure to put your feet in the right place; then 
stand firm.— LwcoZn. 

He who cannot control himself cannot control others. 


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THE PRINCE AND THE CRUMBS OF DOUGH 

Once upon a time, so an old story says, a certain 
king was anxious that his son, the prince, should marry 
the most thrifty maiden to be found in his kingdom. 

So he invited to the palace on a certain date all the 
young women of the country, for that was the custom 
when a new princess was to be chosen. 

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On every side were arranged long tables, at which 
each girl was given a place. 

Upon the tables were the materials and bowls and 
pans needed in making bread. In the center of the 
room on a smalFplatform sat the king and queen, the 
prince, and several courtiers. 

When they had all taken their places, the king 
announced that there would be a contest in bread- 
mixing; and that a handsome prize would be given 
to the young woman who, in the judgment of the king 
and queen, made bread in the best way. 

You can imagine how excited all the young women 
were, and how each one set about her task trembling 
with nervousness, yet in her secret heart hoping to win 
the prize. 

You can imagine, too, how difficult it was to act as 
judge; for the king and queen knew there must be 
several young women there who could make bread 
equally well. 

Every once in a while, the king whispered to the 
queen, and the queen smiled and shook her head 
doubtfully, as if to say, ''We shall have a hard task to 
judge with fairness.’’ 

In one corner of the room, working very quietly, was 
a very pretty young girl. She was so far away from the 
king and queen, who were a little near-sighted, that 
they had not observed her as carefully as they had 
some of the others. But when the prince leaned 
forward and spoke to them, they raised their hand 
glasses and turned their eyes in her direction, to watch 
her every motion. 


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''We will examine the loaves as soon as they are 
placed in the pans/^ announced the king presently; 
and soon he led the queen and the prince around the 
tables. 

They came last to the place where the fair young girl 
was standing. The king and queen looked not only at 
the beautiful white loaves in the pans, but at the 
empty bowl in which the dough had been mixed. 
They looked at each other, and nodded and smiled; 
then at the prince, and nodded and smiled. 

"What is your name, my dear?’' asked the king, 
turning toward the table once more. 

" Hildegarde, ” replied the maiden, blushing with 
shyness. 

"Come with us,” said the king and the queen leading 
the way; and the prince bowed low before her. 

"May I escort you. Miss Hildegarde?” he asked, 
offering his arm, on which she hesitated to place her 
hand, fearing lest the flour might mark his velvet coat. 

Upon this, the prince drew her hand through his arm, 
and they followed the king and queen. 

When they reached the platform, the king took 
Hildegarde’s hand in his. 

"We, the king and queen, judge that this young 
lady has won the prize because she has made bread in 
the best way, ” he announced. All of you have made 
beautiful loaves; but Hildegarde is the only one who 
has scraped all the dough from the bowl and paddle, 
wasting nothing. Let the prince present the prize. 
Kneel, Hildegarde.” 

As the maiden knelt on the cushion at the feet of the 
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king and queen, the prince came forward and placed 
a sparkling diamond ring on her finger, and raised her 
to her feet. 

'"Will you accept it as a betrothal ring, and become 
my princess?’’ he whispered; and Hildegarde answered, 
^^Yes.” 

''The prince goes with the prize,” said the king; 
"for he wants to have for his princess the most thrifty 
maiden in the land. ” 

All the young women were invited to the wedding 
of the prince and Hildegarde, and each received as a 
souvenir a beautiful little gold pxirse in the form of a 
loaf of bread. 


QUESTIONS 

Did the king and queen and prince need the crumbs of dough? 
Then why do you think Hildegarde was chosen? 

Why does it pay to save little things? 

Do you know that the gold dust in the sweepings at the mint 
amounts to many dollars in a year? 

Can you think of something you could save at your house? 


We shape ourselves the joy or fear 
Of which the coming life is made; 
And fill our future atmosphere 
With sunshine or with shade. 

— Whittier. 


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THE TRAMP 
I 

^^Oh, mother, I saw such a funny old tramp up the 
street, '' said Stella, as she came running into the house. 
^^The boys were calling him names. "Look at old 
red nose,' they called. He was so angry; you ought 
to have seen him shake his stick at them." 

""That was very wrong — to make fun of an old man, 
even if he was a tramp," replied Mrs. Clark, looking 
serious. 

""Yes, that is what I thought, mother. He seemed 
so poor and old. His clothes were shabby, his shoes 
were full of holes, and his hat was too big for him. He 
had such a bristly beard and such a red nose, and was 
so dirty!" 

""Poor old man, one can not help feeling sorry for 
him, " sighed Mrs. Clark. 

""But what makes him so poor, mother?" 

""It may be misfortune, my dear; but usually 
tramps will not work, nor will they stay in one place. 
They prefer to wander from place to place and beg for 
food. But come, dinner is ready." 

Just as they were seated at the table, they heard a 
heavy step on the back porch; and a moment later 
there came a rap on the kitchen door. 

The little girl went to open the door. In a moment, 
she came running back with a frightened look on her 
face. 

""Quick, mother," she cried, ""here is the tramp at 
our back door." 


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“Don’t be frightened, dear. I’ll go to the door,” 
said Mrs. Clark. 

“Please, ma’am, will you give me a bite to eat? 
I’m hungry. I haven’t had anything to eat to-day, ” 
begged the tramp, touching his old battered hat. 

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Mrs. Clark was about to shut the door, but seeing 
the discouraged look in the tramp's face, she quickly 
changed her mind. 

''Yes, ril give you something," she said. "Sit 
down on the porch." 

With a look of grateful relief, the tramp sank down 
on the step. 

In a minute, Mrs. Clark brought him a big bowl of 
the warm soup she had prepared for dinner, and two 
thick slices of bread. 

Clinging close to her mother, Stella watched the 
tramp devour the food greedily. 

"My, he must have been hungry!" she thought. 

II 

After the tramp had eaten most of the food, Mrs. 
Clark asked, "Where is your home?" 

"I have no home, lady." 

"But where do you live?" 

"Oh, anywhere I happen to be." 

"Yes, but where do you sleep?" 

"Sometimes in the station house; sometimes in 
barns; anywhere I can." 

"^^ere are your friends?" 

"I haven't any friends, lady, except kind-hearted 
people like you, who sometimes take pity on me and 
give me something to eat." 

"What will become of you?" 

"I don't know, lady; I don't know, and sometimes 
I don't care." 

"I do not mean to be curious, but would you mind 
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telling me how you came to be in such a plight? 
said the kind woman. 

'"It is a long story/' said the tramp wearily. ''I 
had a good home and was well brought up; but some- 
how I never seemed to prosper for long. I guess I was 
slack and careless; everything seemed to come so 
hard and go so easily. I worked on and off. When I 
got anything I ate it up, drank it up, or let it get 
away — didn't know how to save — and now I am old 
and have no home and nobody to respect me." A tear 
trickled down the old man's red nose. 

Then he stood up and handed back the empty bowl. 
'^But I must not bother you with my troubles," he 
said. '' Thank you for the food and for speaking kindly 
to me." With that, he tipped his hat and hobbled off. 

They watched him out of the window as he went 
down the street. Soon they saw a police officer come 
around the corner. 

He stopped the tramp, spoke to him, and pointed 
up the road leading out of town. 

''What did the officer tell him, mother?" asked the 
little girl. 

"I think he told him to move on," replied Mrs. 
Clark sadly. "Come, dear, dinner will be cold." 

A few days later. Aunt Anne came from the next 
town to visit the family. 

Stella eagerly told her about the tramp. 

"Why, that must be the poor old man the police 
found one morning in our park. He was lying on a 
bench, sick; he had completely given out," said Aunt 
Anne. 


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''What did they do with him?'' asked Stella. 

"They put him in the ambulance and took him off 
to the county poor farm." 

"The poor farm?" 

"Yes, that is where tramps and shiftless people 
generally land." 

"Oh, how dreadful!" exclaimed the little girl. 
"Aunty, I don't see why tramps don't work?" 

"Neither do I," said Aunt Anne, shaking her head. 

QUESTIONS 

Why is it that no one respects a tramp? 

Does a man who works hard often become a tramp? 

Name some of the things a tramp wastes that he should save. 

What must we do in order to have plenty to eat and wear, 
and to have a comfortable home to live in? 

What must we do with part of the money we earn? 

Does a tramp ever have a bank account? 

Can a tramp be of help to others? Why not? 


I have a gift to use, 
Entrusted to my care; 
It’s not a costly gift, 

And neither is it rare. 

It must be used at once. 

So quickly tell me how — 
You have it; I have it; 

Its name is — Right Now. 


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UNCLE SAM’S MONEY 

I 

There is one thing that Uncle Sam likes to do for his 
people himself, and that he forbids any one else to do 
under penalty of the law. He likes to make their 
money. 

One of his first acts when setting up in business was 
to start a factory, the United States Mint, for the 
coining of money. There are several mints now, and 
in them is made all the money that circulates in the 
United States. 

Uncle Sam makes five kinds of money: gold money, 
silver money, nickel money, copper money, and 
paper money; and places on each piece the United 
States stamp. 

One peculiar thing about money is that you cannot 
eat it when hungry, drink it when thirsty, wear it 
for clothing, or build a house out of it. What kind of 
cake, or coat, or house would pennies or nickels or 
silver dollars make? 

King Midas — in the story of the Golden Touch — 
found this out to his sorrow. 

II 

There is one thing, however, that money will do a 
little better than anything else; and it is because it 
will do this thing that Uncle Sam makes it. 

Money enables us to buy food to eat, clothing to 
wear; and houses to live in. It is of little value in 
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itself, except as it enables us to purchase the things 
we need. 

Just imagine what would happen if there were no 
such thing as money. Suppose you are working for 
a baker. At the end of each week, pay day comes; but 
there is no money, so the baker offers you three hundred 
loaves of bread for your week's work. These loaves of 
bread you would have to exchange for clothing or 
other needs. This would be a very troublesome 
thing to do. 

To overcome this trouble, therefore, money was 
invented. Money represents labor or goods. You 
are paid for your labor or your goods, not in other 
labor or goods, but in money, which you can carry in 
your pocket or keep in the bank. And with this 
money you can buy whatever you need. 

Money enables you to leave in the bakery the three 
hundred loaves of bread you earned, and to buy a loaf 
as you need it. 

Money, then, takes the place of goods, because it 
can be exchanged for them. To lose or waste money 
is the same as losing or wasting the goods that money 
will buy. 

A family would be considered foolish to throw enough 
money to buy a loaf of bread into the river. Yet 
what difference is there between this family and the 
one that wastes a loaf of bread, a slice at a time? 
To waste money or goods is just as bad as to throw 
them away. 


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THREE WAYS TO USE MONEY 

When we earn money, there are just three ways in 
which we can use it rightly: save part, spend part, 
give part away. All three uses are very important. 

Money saved should be put in the bank. There it 
grows by what you add to it from time to time. It 
also grows by the addition of the interest which the 
bank pays for the use of money. Money saved is 
always ready for a rainy day. People who save money 
always have money to spend. 

The spending of money is quite as important as the 
saving of it. Money should be spent for food to 
nourish our bodies, for garments to clothe them, and 
for houses to protect them. 

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When buying by the pound, see that you get full 
weight; when buying by the yard or peck, see that 
you get full measure. The principal thing in buying 
is to get all that you pay for. In selling, the principal 
thing is to give full value for the money that you receive. 

Money should also be spent for education. Money 
spent in educating the mind is money well spent. 
The great successes in life are made by boys and girls 
who go to school and learn all they can. Many stories 
could be told about children who have earned and 
saved money to go to school, and of parents who have 
sacrificed many pleasures and comforts to help their 
children gain an education. 

To give money away wisely is quite as important as 
saving or spending it. Money should be saved, not 
only to spend, but to give away. Else what will you 
do when Christmas comes and when birthdays come? 

Besides, there are the churches, hospitals, orphan- 
ages, the Red Cross, and many other good causes that 
need our gifts. We give our money to these, not with 
the idea of what we can get out of them, but for the 
pleasure of helping to make the world a pleasanter 
and better place in which to live. 

QUESTIONS 

Do you know that many people start in life without money, 
and by saving little sums become prosperous? 

When you go to the library, will you ask for books that tell 
about successful men, and read about how each of them started 
in life? 

Do you know anyone who has earned or saved money in order 
to go to school? 


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THRIFT DAY 


I 

"'Spend, but do not waste; 

Save, but do not be a miser/' 

February third has recently been set aside in many 
places as Thrift Day. 

Thrift means wise management. 

A thrifty person never wastes what could be saved 
by thoughtfulness. 

A thrifty person is one who does not waste anything# 
but gets the full value of everything. 

A thrifty person sets traps to catch the waste, and 
changes it into things worth having. 

Those who know, say that American people are the 
most wasteful of all people in the world. 

^They tell us that we waste money, food, forests, 
time, energy, and thousands of the little daily supplies 
which we might save. 

If we all save what we can, it will be a very large 
amount when added together. 

It seems like a little thing to throw away one sheet 
of paper, doesn't it? 

Suppose you count the number of sheets of paper in 
your writing pad at school. Let us say there are one 
hundred sheets, and that each pad costs the Board of 
Education five cents. If there are forty thousand 
children who waste one sheet of paper a day, the 
wasted sheets will amount to four hundred pads a 
day. At five cents a pad, four hundred pads will cost 
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twenty dollars a day. There are about two hundred 
school days a year. Multiply twenty dollars by two 
hundred and you will find that the wasted sheets 
would cost four thousand dollars in a school year! 

You would never have imagined that, would you? 
See how much the school boys and girls can save for the 
taxpayers, and for the children who will come to 
school later. That is being thrifty. 

If there were but ten thousand boxes of matches in 
our country, think how careful we would be not to 
waste one match. But few people think about so 
simple a matter. Yet matches are made from wood; 
and forests have to be cut down to make the matches 
we use. 

Old rags and old rubber do not seem to be of any 
value; yet in every city there are men who grow rich 
by collecting them. 

5 In some schools the children bring old newspapers on 
a certain day, and you would be surprised to learn 
how much money one school made in this way for new 
playground games. That was thrift. 

It seems to be a very little thing to play or idle away 
an evening; yet it was in odd moments that some of 
our greatest men studied until they were well educated. 

Abraham Lincoln never ''lost sixty golden minutes 
somewhere between sunrise and sunset.^' 

II 

You all know the story of Benjamin Franklin — 
how he began life as a poor boy, and how by thrift, 
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he became later in life one of the most useful and 
wealthy citizens of America. 

Benjamin Franklin learned great wisdom through 
his experiences, and he was anxious that other people 
might learn the same lessons; so he printed an 
almanac and put into it many wise sayings, which he 
hoped would be remembered. 

He called his almanac ''Poor Richard's Almanac." 
Here are a few of its wise sayings: 

"For age and want, save while you may; 

No morning sun lasts all the day." 

"But dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, 
for that is the stuff life is made of." 


"A small leak will sink a ship." 

"Be ashamed to catch yourself idle." 

"Always taking out of a meal-tub and never putting 
in soon comes to the bottom." 

"One to-day is worth two to-morrows." 

"Many a little makes a mickle." 

"Make no expense but to do good to others or yourself; 
that is, waste nothing." 

"No pains, no gains." 



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QUESTIONS 

Can you think of some ways in which you can save your clothing? 
Have you ever tried forming a Thrift Club in your class to see 
what and how much you can save? 

What might you do with the money? 



Feed the Hungry World? 
5 


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HOW RICHARD PLANTED A DOLLAR 
I 

When vacation time came, Richard went to visit 
his Uncle Dick on the farm. 

He fed the chickens regularly, and he drove the 
cows and sheep to pasture. Indeed, he worked so 
hard and helped so much that his uncle promised to 
pay him. 

So one day Uncle Dick handed him a silver dollar. 
Richard was delighted to think he had earned so much 
money. He put the dollar first into one pocket, then 
into another. This seemed to amuse Uncle Dick. 

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"'What are you going to do with your money? he 
asked. 

"I don’t know exactly/’ Richard replied. "What 
would you do with it, uncle?” 

"I think that I should plant it,” said Uncle Dick. 

"Plant it!” exclaimed Richard. "Why, will it 
grow?” 

"Yes,” said Uncle Dick, "it will, if it is planted in 
the right place.” 

Just then some one called him away, and he forgot 
about Richard and his dollar. 

But Richard did not forget. The next morning 
bright and early, he was out digging in the garden. 

"What are you going to plant?” asked Uncle Dick 
when he saw him. 

"My dollar,” answered Richard, pulling the money 
proudly out of his pocket. Then seeing the smile in 
his uncle’s face he added, "You know you said it would 
grow, uncle, if I planted it in the right place. Isn’t 
this the right place?” 

"Did you think I meant that pennies would grow 
on bushes?” said Uncle Dick. "I didn’t mean that, 
boy. I’m going to drive over to Bernardsville after 
breakfast. If you will go with me, I will show you the 
right place to plant a dollar to make it grow.” 

Richard hurried wdth his breakfast because he was 
greatly excited by the thought of his ride. 

As they drove toward the town, every now and then 
he put his hand in his pocket to see if his dollar was 
safe. 


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Finally, they reached Bernardsville, and Uncle Dick 
drew up before a large stone building. '' This is a bank, 
a place where dollars grow,’' he explained. "^Come 
inside with me and, if you wish, we will plant your 
dollar.” 

He led the way to a window over a high counter. 

''How do you do, Mr. Cashier?” he said. "This 
young man is my nephew, and he wishes to plant a 
dollar so that it may start to grow. Will you please 
show him the right place to plant it?” 

"Indeed I shall be glad to,” said the man behind 
the window. " If your nephew will hand me his dollar, 
I will plant it for him.” 

Richard gravely pulled the money from his pocket 
and handed it through the window. The man gave 
him a card and asked him to write his name. 

When Richard returned the card, Mr. Cashier took 
up a neat little book, wrote Richard’s name on the 
cover and made a note inside the book, which said that 
Richard had one dollar in the bank. Then he gave 
him the book, together with a pretty nickel home-safe, 
such as savings banks keep for children who save 
pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, and, sometimes, 
even dollars. 

"This is a home-savings bank,” explained Mr. 
Cashier. "Your dollar which you handed through 
the window will grow in two ways. We will make it 
grow by paying you interest. You may make it grow 
by adding more money to it. You take this little 
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nickel safe, and put your pennies and other money 
into it; when you come again to our bank, bring it 
with you. See, here is the key I shall use for unlocking 
it. I will add what is in it to the dollar you already 
have.’' 

''Don’t we get the key?” asked Richard in a whisper, 
as other people came up to the window, and he and his 
uncle passed on. 

"No, ” answered his uncle. "If we had it, we might 
be tempted to open the safe and use the money; then 
your dollar wouldn’t grow.” 

"What did Mr. Cashier mean by saying, 'we will 
make your money grow?’ ” asked Richard when they 
were once more driving toward home. 

"He meant that the bank people will pay you three 
cents for every dollar you let them use for a year.” 

"Isn’t that fine!” exclaimed Richard. Then he 
opened the box that held his pretty home-safe. 

"The next time we take this to bank,” he said, 
"when I shake it, it will jingle.” 

"I believe it will!” said Uncle Dick laughing; "and 
I believe it will make your first dollar grow big.” 

And it did; for Richard worked hard and saved 
almost all of his money. When the cashier opened it 
with the key the next time Richard and Uncle Dick 
went to the bank, even he seemed surprised as he 
counted the money. 

"Well, young man,” he said, "I see you know one 
way to plant a dollar and make it grow.” 


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HOW TO START A BANK ACCOUNT 


I 

EVERY BOY AND GIRL SHOULD HAVE A BANK ACCOUNT 

The first dollar is the hardest to save, but not so 
hard as it seems. 

If you save five cents a week you will have your first 
dollar in twenty weeks. 

If you save ten cents a week you will have your first 
dollar in half the time, or in ten weeks. 

If you are able to save twenty-five cents a week you 
will have your first dollar in one-fifth of the time, or in 
four weeks. 

When you put this dollar in the savings bank you 
have started a bank account, which is something to 
be proud of. 

If you save regularly it will not be long before you 
have another dollar to add to the one already in the 
bank. 

Money is saved a little at a time. 

A mile is walked one step at a time. 

A house is built one brick at a time, one nail at a time. 

If you save at the rate of five cents a week for a year, 
how much money will you have in the bank? 

If at the rate of ten cents a week for a year, how 
much will you have? 

If at the rate of twenty-five cents a week for a year, 
how much? 

Money in the bank keeps on growing because the 
bank adds interest for the use of your money. 

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By and by, you will want a sum of money for some 
important thing. Then you will be glad that you have 
a bank account to help you. 

Why not begin saving for it today? 

II 

INTEREST TABLES 

These tables show how money grows when placed 
at simple interest. 


At Three Per Cent 



SI 

S2 

S3 

S4 

S5 

S6 

87 

S8 

S9 

sio 

SlOO 

SIOOO 

1 year 

.03 

.06 

.09 

.12 

.15 

.18 

.21 

.24 

.27 

.30 

3.00 

30.00 

8 mo8 

.01 

.03 

.04 

.06 

.07 

.09 

.10 

.12 

.13 

.15 

1.50 

15.00 

3 mo8 

.00 

.01 

.02 

.03 

.03 

.04 

.05 

.06 

.06 

.07 

.75 

7.50 


At Five Per Cent 



SI 

S2 

S3 

S4 

S5 

S6 

S7 

S8 

S9 

SIO 

SlOO 

SIOOO 

1 year 

.05 

.10 

.15 

.20 

.25 

.30 

.35 

.40 

.45 

.50 

5.00 

50.00 

6 mos 

.02 

.05 

.07 

.10 

.12 

.15 

.17 

.20 

.22 

.25 

2.50 

25.00 

8 mos 

.01 

.02 

.03 

.05 

.06 

.07 

.08 

.10 

.11 

.12 

1.25 

12.50 


QUESTIONS 

How much will $1.00 amount to in six months? In one year? 
How much will $10.00 amount to in six months? In one year? 




THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE 

The Hare {talking to his neighbors): Ho, ho, here 
comes that slow-poke, Mr. Tortoise! Look at him 
crawling along! Why, he doesn't move faster than a 
snail! I will wish him good day. {He goes toward the 
tortoise,) Good morning, Mr. Tortoise; you must be 
tired to travel so slowly! 

The Tortoise: Good morning, neighbor. No, I 
am not tired, and I do move slowly; but if I keep on 
moving, I get where I am going. 

The Hare: Oh, you do, do you? Well, if I 
moved as slowly as you, I wouldn't try to get to 
many places, I am sure. 

The Tortoise: Oh, I don't know about that. 
I guess if we started out for the same place, I would be 
there as soon as you. 


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The Hare: What a joke! Til take that up! Will 
you race me to the river? 

The Tortoise: I will 

The Hare: Are you in earnest! Come on; you 
will soon see my feet fly when you race with me. 

The Tortoise: Very well! I will start right away. 
{He goes slowly on,) 

The Hare {moving toward the neighbors): Listen! 
Oh, such a joke! The tortoise is going to race with 
me to the river. 

Neighbors: Oh, what fun! Let us be the judges. 
We will run over to the river to mark a goal. {They go,) 

The Hare {yawning): If it isn't too funny to see 
the poor old tortoise jogging along. It will not take 
me ten minutes to get to the goal. I guess I will lie 
down and take a nap, for I am a little tired. {He lies 
down, stretches himself out, and goes to sleep,) 

The Tortoise {moving slowly): Slow — and — 
steady — slow — and — steady. One, two, three, four. 
It is hard work to race, but I will keep on trying. I 
will keep on trying — just a little way at a time. Just — 
a — little — at — a — time. 

4: * * 5ft * 

The Hare {waking up and looking about him): Why, 
I must have overslept! Dear me, I don't see the 
tortoise! Why, if that slow fellow should win the 
race, I should be the laughing-stock of all the neigh- 
bors. Maybe I should be written down in a fable ! But 
pshaw! I shall overtake him just around the turn. 

The Tortoise {crossing the goal): Slow — and — 
steady — slow — and — steady. 

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Group of Neighbors {clapping their hands): Slow 
and steady wins the race. You win, Mr. Perseverance. 

The Hare (bounding over the goal just a minute too 
late): Oh, if I had only kept on! If I only had not 
stopped for a nap! Did the tortoise win? 

Neighbors: Ha, ha, ha! just one minute too late! 
Mr. Tortoise wins! 

{The hare and the tortoise shake hands,) 

The Hare: You have taught me two lessons, Mr. 
Tortoise — never give up trying; and, don’t be too 
sure. I congratulate you upon winning the race. 

The Tortoise: Thank you. Sometimes plodders 
do come out ahead. 

Neighbors: ''Perseverance wins success.” 


QUESTIONS 

Why do you suppose the hare decided to take a little nap? 

Was it easy for the tortoise to get to the goal? 

Did you ever have something hard to do? Did you keep on 
until you finished? 

In your class there are some > children like the slow 
and steady tortoise, and some like jj ^ the hare who think 
they can rest once in a while. 

Are you like 
either one? 



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I 

Once upon a time there was a little girl, named 
Letty, who had a little crippled sister. 

Letty loved her little sister very dearly and wished 
that she might be cured. 

But her father and mother were so poor that they 
could not afford to send for the great doctor who could 
make their little girl well. 

So, during the summer vacation Letty worked for a 
neighbor and saved all the money she earned. She 
hoped that if she kept every penny she would soon 
have enough to pay the doctor for curing her sister. 
But her little hoard grew very slowly, because, you see, 
she earned only fifteen cents a week. 

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One day there was a heavy thunder storm; and 
when the storm was over, a beautiful rainbow appeared 
in the sky. Letty stood on the neighbor’s porch and 
watched the rainbow. 

''I wonder what is at the end of the rainbow,” she 
said to herself; but Mrs. Harrison — for that was the 
neighbor’s name — overheard her. 

''Why,” she exclaimed, "don’t you know? There 
is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I have 
always heard that. If anyone takes it away, another 
pot of gold comes in its place. But no one is permitted 
to take more than one pot of gold.” 

Letty said nothing, but she began to think very hard. 
"If I could find that pot of gold,” she thought, "I 
could use it to have my little sister cured.” 

And then and there Letty decided to do a very 
daring thing. So, early the next morning, just as soon 
as she could see, she got out of bed and went noiselessly 
downstairs. She packed a lunch and started out to 
find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. 

She remembered quite well where the rainbow had 
seemed to end — in the forest half way up the distant 
mountain. In the bright morning sunlight, it ap- 
peared to be much nearer than it really was. She was 
sure she could find the way. 

After she had walked a long time, however, she 
came to a place that she had never seen before. 

It was a swampy, marshy meadow; and her feet 
sank deep into the miry mud as she splashed along. 

"Oh, dear!” she thought. "I almost wish I hadn’t 
come! I shall have to turn back!” 

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What Do You Suppose Made that Noise? 


II 


Then suddenly, she thought of the little lame sister 
who could not run and play. 

''I will go on,’' Letty said; '"I must!” 

Just then, she saw in front of her a grassy little 
island, or hummock, quite large enough for her two 
feet. She managed to step on it; and — what do you 
think? She saw before her a whole row of hummocks 
all the way across the meadow! 

''How nice that will be for any one else who looks 
for the end of the rainbow,” thought little Letty, as 
she sat down on the last hummock to rest. 

The next minute, she heard a loud Hiss-s-s! 

What do you suppose made that noise? Yes, a big 
black snake. 

My, but Letty was afraid of snakes! 

There it lay, all coiled up, not five feet from her. 

"Oh, dear!” she thought, shuddering. "Oh, I must 
run back! I cannot go on ! Snakes are too dreadful ! ” 

Then again she thought of her little sister. 

" I must go on ! ” she whispered. " I cannot go back ! 
I will run on with all my might.” 

So she ran on with all her might; and whatMo you 
think happened? 

When she turned around to see if she was far enough 
away from the snake, she saw, instead of the big black 
snake, a little curly-haired dog where the snake had 
beeni 

He bounded up to her and barked Boof! Boof! in 
the friendliest kind of way. 

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''Dear little doggy exclaimed Letty, patting his 
head. "How do you do? I believe you must be 
hungry! So am I. Let us eat breakfast.'' 

Boof! Boof! barked the little dog, as much as to 
say, "Thank you!" 

"I haven't very much," said Letty, "but I will give 
you part of what I have. We must save some for our 
supper, you know." 

Ill 

They enjoyed their breakfast and started on again 
much refreshed. 

Pretty soon they came to a place filled with thorny 
brambles. The brambles tore Letty's stockings and 
they scratched her legs and arms, and they hurt her so 
very much that at last it seemed as though she could 
go no farther. 

"Oh, doggy," she said with tears in her eyes, "I do 
believe we shall have to go back!" 

But once more came the thought of her little lame 
sister. 

"We must go on!" she exclaimed. "I know what I 
can try! I will try to cut the briers with the knife in 
our lunch box." 

And what do you think happened then? The little 
dog ran ahead, and the brambles opened into a path- 
way before them. When Letty looked back, she saw 
that they did not close again. 

"I am so glad," she thought, "for it will be easy 
for other people who try to find the end of the rainbow, 
and it will be easy for us to come back, too." 

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After a while Letty and the little dog came to a deep 
dark river. 

^^Now/' sobbed Letty, '^now, I am afraid we shall 



have to give up! Oh, dear! Must I go back without 
the pot of gold for my poor little sister?'' 

Then she saw a log near the water's edge. 

^'Oh, I know what I can do!" she whispered. 'T 
can roll the log into the water and paddle my way 
across with my feet! Little doggy can swim across." 

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So she rolled the log into the water and sat upon it; 
and what do you think happened? 

The little dog caught a branch of the log in his 
mouth and towed her safely to the other side! 

And when she looked back, what else do you think 
had happened? 

There was a narrow bridge across the river! 

After Letty and the little dog had rested a while, 
they went on their way once more. 

It was getting quite dark in the forest, and a heavy 
storm was gathering. 

''Oh, little doggy, it is getting late,'' said Letty; 
"and it is going to rain. We must find shelter." 

IV 

Boof ! barked the little dog, and ran to the mouth of 
a cave near by. 

Letty was afraid to enter. 

"It might be the den of a wolf!" she thought. "I 
wish I could see inside!" 

"Come, little doggy," she said, "let's look in." 
They peered into the darkness and, suddenly, every- 
thing seemed light; for the little dog's eyes were so 
bright that they made the cave as light as a lamp 
would. 

Letty had no sooner lain down on a pile of dry leaves 
in the comer of the cave than she heard the growl of a 
wild animal. 

LMy, she was frightened! She and the little dog ran 
to the mouth of the cave, and they saw a big wolf not 
ten feet away. 

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And what do you think happened that time? 

As soon as the little dog looked into the wolf's eyes 
with his own bright shining eyes the wolf was so scared 
that he ran away as fast as he could scamper. 

Then Letty and the little dog ate their supper and 
went to sleep. 

Letty was dreaming of how lovely it would be to 
have her little sister play with her like other children, 
when she was awakened by a sweet voice. ^'Little 
Letty," it said, ^^you have found the pot of gold at 
the end of the rainbow!" 

Letty sat up. There before her stood a beautiful 
lady. 

'^The pot of gold is in your own 
loving heart, dear child, " said the 
lady. I am the Lady of Golden 
Deeds. I have watched you all 
the way of your journey, for I 
feared that you might stop try- 
ing; but when I saw how you 
persevered, I went to your home 
and cured your little sister." 

Can you imagine how happy 
that made Letty? 




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She Was Awakened by a Sweet Voice 


At first she could scarcely speak, but after a moment, 
''Oh, thank you! thank you!'' she cried. "I want to 
go to her right away!" 

"That you shall," said the lady, "Just sit on the 
back of your little dog and he will take you in five 
minutes." 

Then she lifted Letty on the back of the little dog, 
who trotted and skipped out of the cave, through the 
woods, over the bridge, through the bramble patch, 
over the hummocks, and up the roadway to Letty's 
home. And there Letty saw her little sister skipping 
toward them! Jumping off the little dog's back, she 
ran to meet her. 

"Where have you been?" cried her little sister, 
hugging and kissing her. "The most wonderful thing 
has happened! See, I can nm and jump!" 


"I know!" said Letty, laughing. "I know all about 
it, dear little sister. I've just come from the end of 



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QUESTIONS 

Little Letty had to be pretty brave to start out alone to find 
the end of the rainbow, didn’t she? 

Do you remember how many times she was discouraged? 

Each trouble seemed harder than the last, didn’t it? 

How many people were helped because she didn’t give up? 

Can you remember some time when jmu had to try and try 
again? 

Did you succeed at last? Tell about it. 

MEMORY GEMS 

Let us then be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate; 

Still achieving, still pursuing. 

Learn to labor and to wait. 

— Longfellow. 


“I would if I could,” though much it’s in use, 

Is but a mistaken and sluggish excuse; 

And many a person who could if he would, 

Is often heard saying, “I would if I could.” 

— Selected. 


If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. 

He has not learned the lesson of life who does not 
every day surmount a fear. — Emerson. 


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THE CROW AND THE PITCHER 

A crow who with thirst was 'most ready to die, 
Looking upward in vain for clouds in the sky, 

In the road spied a pitcher. Said he, '"Well, I think 
Perhaps in that jug is a very nice drink." 

And there was; but he found the water so low 
His bill wouldn't reach, though he stood on tip-toe; 
After stooping and straining and trying in vain. 

He stopped to consider the matter again. 

^'Surely," said he, ^'it is better by far 

To try my best to turn over that jar 

Than to stand here in torture just dying of thirst — 

If I don't get a drink I am sure I shall burst!" 

His strength insufficient he found it, of course. 

To turn the jar over by using his force. 

Then wise Mr. Crow sat him down for to think; 

''I'll have to do something to get me a drink!" 

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He suddenly started, exclaiming, ''How queer 
It took me so long — the solution’s quite clear!” 

Then wise Mr. Crow, in the jar, one by one. 

Dropped stone after stone lying there in the sun. 

Slowly the water rose brimmingly high. 

And Mr. Crow drank till the pitcher was dry; 

Then preening himself, before going to sleep. 

He thought out some things which are surely quite deep. 

Said wise Mr. Crow, "Truly never Intention, 

But Need is the mother of every invention — 

And now I have lived to tell the queer tale. 
Perseverance will win where force often will fail.” 


MEMORY GEMS 

Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but 
in rising every time we isM—Emerson, 

My son, observe the postage stamp! Its usefulness 
depends upon its ability to stick to one thing until it 
gets there. — Josh Billings, 

My idea is this: ever onward. If God had intended 
that man should go backward, he would have given 
him an eye in the back of his head. — Victor Hugo, 

Diving and finding no pearls in the sea. 

Blame not the ocean: the fault is in thee. 

— Alice Cary, 


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DRIVE THE NAIL ARIGHT 


Drive the nail aright, boys; 

Hit it on the head; 

Strike with all your might, boys. 

Ere the time has fled. 

Lessons youVe to learn, boys; 

Study with a will: 

They who reach the top, boys. 

First must climb the hill. 

Standing at the foot, boys. 

Gazing at the sky; 

How can you get up, boys. 

If you never try? 

Though you stumble oft, boys. 
Never be downcast; 

Try and try again, boys: 

j You’ll succeed at last. 

Always persevere, boys. 

Though your task is hard; 

Toil and happy trust, boys. 

Bring their own reward. 

Never give it up, boys. 

Always say you’ll try; 

You will gain the top, boys. 

Surely, by and by. 

— Selected, 


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STORIES TEACHING KINDNESS TO 
ANIMALS 


Of all the beasts he learned the language, 
Learned their names and all their secrets, 

How the heavers built their lodges. 

Where the squirrels hid their acorns. 

How the reindeer ran so swiftly, 

Why the rabbit was so timid, 

Talked with them whene'er he met them, 

Called them ^‘Hiawatha's Brothers." 

— Longfellow. 


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THE STORY OF AN ARABIAN HORSE 

There lived once in Arabia a horse so noted for its great 
beauty that its fame spread throughout the country. 

When the ruler of the coimtry heard of this won- 
derful creature, he was filled with a desire to possess 
him; so he sent for Hamidu, the owner of the horse. 

am told that you have the most beautiful horse 
in all Arabia, he said to Hamidu. It is only fitting 
that he should belong to the ruler of this country, which 
is the horpe of the most perfect horses in all the world. '' 

Poor Hamidu cast himself at the ruler's feet and 
spoke in trembling tones. 

''Great ruler," he implored, "spare my horse to me. 
I love him better than my life. I raised him from a 
baby. Never a day has passed since he was born that 
I have not caressed him. He follows me about as 
would a dog. At night I sleep beside him. He would 
grieve so that he would die if we were separated; and so 
would Hamidu." 

This speech angered the ruler greatly, and calling 
some of his soldiers, he ordered them to go with Hamidu 
to his home and return with the horse to the palace. 

It was a two days' journey to Hamidu's home. When 
the horse saw his master coming, he broke his halter and 
ran to meet him with every sign of deep affection. 

The ruler's soldiers admired the horse greatly, and 
bade Hamidu mount him and ride back to the palace 
with them. 

When they stopped for the night they bound Hamidu, 
hands and feet, and laid him down on a hillock. 

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The horse they fastened securely to a tree. Then going 
to a spot a short distance away, they lay down to sleep. 

Hamidu lay still and helpless, watching the bright 
stars as they blinked and twinkled overhead. He 
tried to loose the bonds that held his hands, but they 
were too strong for him. 

^'Alas,^' he thought, ^^not only shall I lose my 
beloved horse but also my life, I fear/' 

He could hear the heavy breathing of the sleeping 
soldiers. Everything else was quiet. 

Suddenly, his ear caught the sound of gentle 
footsteps. 

''I could almost believe it to be my beloved Beauty," 
he thought, ''if that were not impossible." 

But it was Beauty, whose soft nose came feeling over 
Hamidu! and it was Beauty's teeth which grasped his 
girdle and lifted him from the ground. 

Swift as a deer, the horse bore Hamidu on and on 
back to his home. 

There a friend loosed his bonds and gave him and the 
horse food and drink. 

Then Hamidu mounted Beauty and rode away, 
away, away into the distant hills of another country. 
And never did the ruler's men find either Hamidu or 
the horse that gnawed loose his own fetters and saved 
his master's life. 


QUESTIONS 

Have you ever seen a picture of an Arabian horse? 
Are they large? 

Why did the horse love his master so much? 

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B jp ZS IL^ 

Jti/TlJtAiXl 

CZZU 
THE DOG 

"WliO 

BjfWEB 

THE 'LIVES OF 
FORTY PEESQNS 

ANB 

WAS KILLED 
BY THE 

FORTY-FIRST 

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THE STORY OF BARRY 

The Great St. Bernard is a famous mountain pass 
which crosses over the Alps from Switzerland into 
Italy. 

Away up on the highest point of the pass there 
stands a lonely dwelling place. It is the hospice of 
St. Bernard. 

A hospice, you must know, is a refuge for travelers 
on some difficult road. 

The hospice of St. Bernard is kept by a company of 
monks, who live the year round shut in by lofty moun- 
tains covered with snow. 

In .the winter season the good monks lead a very 
busy life, for then it is that they go forth to seek and 


rescue travelers who have lost their way in the terri- 
ble mountain snow storms. 

Every year many lives are saved through their 
efforts. ^ 

I said that many lives are saved through the efforts 
of the good monks, but they would tell you that but 
few lives would be saved were it not for the help of 
their great noble dogs. 

These dogs are specially trained to accompany the 
monks, or are sent out alone to search for people in 
danger. 

You have heard of St. Bernard dogs, haven't you? 

Barry was one of these dogs — a big, intelligent St. 
Bernard. He was so big and so intelligent that he 
was often sent out alone on some errand of mercy. 
Up to the time of this story Barry had saved forty 
lives. 

One day, in a blinding snow storm, two travelers, 
who had lost their way, were struggling to reach the 
hospice. 

It was frightfully cold, and their strength was almost 
spent. At length, one of the men took out his brandy 
flask. 

The other, knowing the great risk his companion 
ran, begged him not to drink, and urged him to put 
forth one more effort. 

But the man would not listen. He continued to 
drink heavily and soon fell exhausted in the snow. 

His friend struggled on, and at last reached the 
hospice, where he told the story of his lost fellow 
traveler. 


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At once the monks called Barry and sent him forth 
to find the man. 

Through the heavy storm the great dog made his 
way to where the traveler lay unconscious in the snow. 

Barry pulled and pushed and tugged, and at last 
aroused him from his drunken stupor. 

The man, dazed by cold and drink, thought that a 
wild beast had fallen upon him. 

With his little remaining strength, he drew his knife 
from his pocket and plunged it into Barry's neck. 

But the faithful dog, undaunted, kept at his task. 
Too late, the traveler realized that he had been found 
by one of the St. Bernard dogs which had been sent to 
rescue him. 

He struggled to his feet. Half leaning on the dog, 
whose blood stained every step of the way, he reached 
the door of the hospice. 

On its threshold Barry fell exhausted. He had 
given his life in fidelity to the trust reposed in him. 

>i« * * * * ♦ 

Barry's beautiful body was buried in a large ceme- 
tery in Paris; and over it was placed a handsome 
monument. On the monument, in French, are these 
words: 

'^He saved the lives of forty persons; he was killed 
by the forty-first." 


QUESTIONS 

Did you ever stop to think that in the great anim^,! kingdom, 
with its thousands of creatures, just one, the dog, has left its 
kind and attached itself to man? 

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More than that, have you realized that the dog has accepted 
man as a master, a being to serve, to love, to caress, to suffer for, 
and, if need be, to perish for? 

So whether this dog of yours is big or little, fat or lean; whether 
he looks like a majestic hon, or has a pug nose and curly tail — 
be kind to him — be just to him, and to every other dog. 

Doesn^t a dog when he buries his bone against a rainy day 
show more intelligence than some people? 

Did you ever think that a dog’s life is what his master makes it? 

Do you realize that many other dogs would be just as noble 
and brave as Barry, if they were trained, or had a chance to show 
their bravery? 

BANDS OF MERCY 

''I will try to be kind to all living' creatures, and will 
try to protect them from cruel usage.’’ 

This is the simple pledge taken by the more than 
three million members of the many Bands of Mercy 
in the United States. 

The object of the Band of Mercy is to awaken in 
the hearts of children a feeling of kindness toward 
everything that lives. 

The members promise to do all they can to relieve 
the suffering around them, and to speak for the dumb 
animals that cannot speak for themselves. 

There are no dues. The members choose their own 
name and elect their own officers.* 

Mr. George T. Angell, who was a great lover of 
animals, formed the first American Bands of Mercy 
in 1882. Mr. Angell lived to be eighty-six years old, 
and spent almost the whole of his long life in working 
for the kind treatment of every living creature. 


♦For further information, see Outline of Work. 

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SOME THINGS THAT MR. ANGELL TOLD 
BOYS AND GIRLS 


Well, the fact is that horses and dogs do not have 
any money. They are poorer than the poorest boy 
or girl here today. No matter how hard they work, 
they cannot buy an apple or a stick of candy, or even 
a lump of sugar; and so, because they have no money, 
I have been in the habit for a good many years of 
talking for them. 

Ever since I was a boy, I have been very fond of 
dumb animals. As a lad, I hardly ever went by a 
kind, good-looking horse or dog without stopping to 
have a talk with him. 

Boys who are taught to feed birds, and to pat the 
horses, and to speak kindly to all lower creatures 
become a good deal better fellows. 

One English school makes its boast that out of the 
seven thousand boys whom it has sent out, all care- 
fully taught to be kind to animals, not one has ever 
been proved guilty of any crime. Through an inquiry 
made a few years ago, it was found that only twelve 
out of two thousand convicts in our prisons had ever 
had a pet animal in their childhood. 

Daniel Webster, the great American statesman, 
loved cattle. When at Marshfield, knowing that he 
was about to die, he requested that all his cattle 
should be driven to his window that he might see them 
for the last time; and as they came past his window 
one by one he called each by name. 

Walter von der Vogelweide, a great lyric poet of the 
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Middle Ages, so loved birds that he gave by his will a 
large sum of money to the monks of Wurzburg, on 
condition that they should feed the birds every day 
on the tombstone over his grave. 

And so with our modern great men. We find 
President Lincoln protecting the little wild birds and 
their nests. We find President Garfield taking a poor 
half-starved, half-frozen dog from the streets of Wash- 
ington to his comfortable home. 

General Porter says that he never saw General Grant 
really angry but twice in his life — and one of those 
times was when he saw an army teamster beating a 
poor horse. He ordered the teamster to be tied up 
and severely punished. 

The great Duke of Wellington, who won the battle 
of Waterloo, was so kind to the lower creatures that 
he ordered that special protection be given a toad in 
his garden. 

It may be worth a thousand dollars to you some 
day, if you remember what I am now going to tell you. 

It is this: if the time ever comes when you feel as 
though you hadn't a friend in the world and wish that 
you were dead, go and get some pet that you can talk 
to and love and care for — if it is only a little bird. 
You will be astonished to find the relief and happiness 
it will bring into your life. 

— George Angell — Adapted. 


Blessed are the merciful: 

For they shall obtain mercy, —Bible. 
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NELLIE^S DOG 
I 

He was a lonely looking little beggar with a wistful 
look in his eyes. Shaggy-haired, with a limp in one 
leg, and the scars of many stones on his small body, 
he was a miserable looking dog as he trotted down the 
dusty road. His tongue lolled out and his sides 
heaved from panting. 

But his rough looks hid a heart of gold. Any one 
could see that by looking into his eyes, which were 
pleading and trustful. 

But no one looked into his eyes; they looked only 
at his shaggy coat and rough appearance, then shouted 
and threw stones and clubs at him. The stones hurt 
cruelly, and it was a club that put the limp in his leg, 
for he was a stray dog and unwelcome everywhere. 

He was hungry for some one to love, to live for. 
His eyes told that every time he met a stranger, or 
when, with drooping tail and with fawning side-steps, 
he presented himself at some new farmhouse. 

But rebuffs and kicks had brought a faint light of 
distrust and caution to his eyes, and he began to 
crawl into the weeds along the roadside when he saw 
any one approaching; and when he came to a farm- 
house he would stop at the gate, ready to run at the 
first hostile move. 

Sometimes people set well-fed home dogs on him. 
When these were his size, or smaller, he would back 
away with teeth half-bared defensively. He made no 
move to fight. It was not in his nature to fight unless 
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he had some one to defend. When the dogs were 
larger than himself, he would run as well as the limp 
in his leg would allow. 

Twice he had been overtaken by dogs — huge, fierce 
fellows that mauled him without mercy, while their 
owners encouraged them. But always they had allowed 



the little dog to go with his life. Even dogs have 
codes of honor. 

It was just at sunset one evening when he limped 
into the yard where little Nellie was playing. He 
gazed into her eyes with a pleading, homesick look, 
and she smiled. Then she threw her arms around his 
neck and caressed him tenderly. He fawned on her 
in a very ecstasy of joy, and his scarred, thin little 
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body wagged from end to end. And so the pact was 
sealed. He was Nellie^s dog and she was his mistress. 

There was just a trace of Airedale blood in his veins, 
and an Airedale dog always selects some one person 
as the idol of his undying love and faithfulness. Nellie 
was to him the one person in the world. 

II 

Nellie’s father was a big man, and abrupt. He 
became excited when he saw her playing with the 
little dog, and dragged her away. He declared that 
she might have been bitten by the cur. 

In spite of the little girl’s protests, he kicked the dog 
from the yard and stoned him, sending him, a whimper- 
ing, heart-broken little piece of misery, limping down 
the road. 

Nellie cried and declared that she had always wanted 
a doggy and that no doggy but the little stray dog 
would do. But her father was firm; he would have 
no stray dogs about the place; there was no telling 
what the dog was, or had been — he might be danger- 
ous; for the father had not looked into the little dog’s 
eyes as had Nellie. 

One day Nellie was taken sick. A raging fever 
colored her face and sent her pulses bounding. For 
many anxious hours her tearful father watched by her 
bedside. Then Nellie began calling for her ''doggy.” 

The doctor, who was already grave, became graver. 
He told the father that if Nellie’s doggy was not 
found he feared that she might not get better. 

A great pain came to the father’s heart, and his face 
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Then She Lay Back on Her Pillow 


twitched in misery. He would have given all he 
possessed to have back the little stray cur to save her — 
the little dog that he had stoned and sent whimpering 
down the road. 

Evening came. The doctor, who had been holding 
little Nellie’s wrist in his hand, laid it very gently on 
the bed, a misty look in his eyes. 

Suddenly he turned toward the door. There, just 
within the threshold, with drooping tail and a loving, 
pleading look fastened on the little figure in the bed, 
stood a stray dog. 

The doctor looked into the little dog’s eyes, and 
understood. He knew it was Nellie’s doggy. Swiftly 
he caught the dog up in his arms and placed him on 
the bed. 

With a glad cry little Nellie half-raised herself from 
her pillow, as her hands found the dog’s shaggy hair 
and felt the warm touch of his tongue. Then she lay 
back on her pillow, a new color in her cheeks and a 
new light in her eyes. She breathed easily and sighed 
contentedly. The doctor smiled tenderly and her 
father cried tears of joy. 

The little dog curled himself against Nellie and licked 
her hand lovingly, for of all the people in the world 
she alone was his mistress, and neither kicks nor stones 
could keep him away.— E. Hewes. 


There is joy in caring 
For helpless little things. 


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WHO SAID RATS? 


If every rat costs the public one dollar per year, 
what do you suppose a kitten is worth? 

Cats are nature’s destroyers of rats. Rats devour 
much good food and carry dreadful diseases. 

No trap or poison bait can do pussy’s work, because 
rats are very wise and cunning, and after a few are 
caught they avoid coming near a trap. As for poisons, 
it isn’t very pleasant to have a poisoned rat die in or 
near a house. 

Rats have very large families and become great- 
grandfathers in a short time; so you see the cats have 
plenty of work. 

It is foolish to think, though, that cats can live 
upon mice and rats. They need other food, and the 
better fed cats are generally the best ''mousers.” 

Cats are kept in large postoffices to protect the mail 
from the rats and mice. They are so valuable for this 
purpose that Uncle Sam sets money aside to be used in 
feeding them. 

In a large city in China there is a law which says 
that in every house one or more cats must be kept; 
for there the rats carry a dreadful disease or plague, 
and the cats kill the rats.— H. Jacobs. 


The idea that cats should be poorly fed, in order 
that they may be good mousers and ratters, is a very 
cruel and ignorant one. A cat catches rats and mice 
because instinct tells him to do so, and he will do his 
work better if strong and well fed. -^Mary Craige Yarrow. 

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A BRAVE MOTHER 

At the burning of an apartment house in Kansas 
City, early one morning, the firemen and onlookers 
were astonished to see a cat leap in at the door, though 
she must pass through fire and water to enter. 

Some one called out, ^^Look at that cat — she must 
have gone crazy.'' 

While they watched she returned, bringing a kitten 
held up as high as she could lift it by throwing back 
her head. 

She hurried through the crowd, and after a few 
moments again appeared, and dashed once more into 
the flames. Soon the brave creature came back with 
another kitten in her mouth. By this time the people 
were watching to see what she would do next, for she 
was giving a wonderful exhibition of mother love. 

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When she tried to enter once more there were many 
cries of ''Stop her — don't let her go in — it's sure 
death!" But she would not be stopped; she slipped 
through the crowd and went in again. 

The firemen turned their attention now almost 
wholly to the part of the building where she was; but 
the walls fell, and the noble little self-forgetting mother 
was buried beneath them. 

A search was made for her kittens; they were 
found in a place of safety. There were four of them. 

The janitor of the building remembered that there 
had been five. How well the mother cat knew the 
number! and how bravely she had saved them — all but 
one! Do you suppose she was with it, to cover it and 
guard it to the last moment? 

The motherless kittens were taken to the central fire 
station and tenderly cared for. The firemen had been 
very eager to own an Angora kitten; but when one 
was offered to them, they decided not to take it. 

"It might put these little chaps out if we brought 
in another cat," they said; "and we feel that we ought 
to take care of them — ^for their mother's sake, you 
know. " 

The little mother had been lifted up to a place of 
honor with these men, who knew so well how to value 
true courage.— Jf. H. Jacobs. 


How far that little candle throws his beams! 

So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 

— Shakespeare. 


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QUESTIONS 

Is the cat ever a brave animal? 

Do animals know when people are kind? How can you be 
kind to cats? 

Have cats any value? 

How does it help birds for you to feed cats? 

If you cannot find a home for a stray cat, what should you do? 

Do you know where the S. P. C. A. office is? 

If you were a cat would you like to be left to starve when the 
family moved away? 

How do you suppose a mother who loses all her children feels? 

How do you suppose a mother dog who loses all her puppies 
feels? A mother cat who loses all her kittens? 

Wouldn’t it be better to keep one? 


Oh, how dare we ask a just God to bestow 
The mercy we grant not to creatures below! 



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ABOUT THOREAU 


Henry D. Thoreau, a famous man who lived for some 
time in a little cabin in the woods near Concord, 
Massachusetts, was noted for his kindness to all 
God's harmless creatures. 

It is said that even the fishes came into his hand 
when he dipped it into the stream. 

The little mice would come and playfully eat from 
his fingers, and the very moles paid him friendly visits. 

Sparrows alighted on his shoulders when he called 
them; phoebe birds built their nests in his shed; and 
the wild partridge with her brood, came and fed quietly 
beneath his window, as he sat and looked at them. 

After he had been two or three months in the woods 
the wild birds ceased to be afraid of him, and would 
come and perch on his shoulder, and sometimes on his 
spade when he was digging.— 6^eor^e T. Angell 


FAIR PLAY FOR OUR WILD ANIMALS 

Did you ever see a buffalo in the park? 

Do you know that there are only a few of them in this country 
because years ago people hunted them for sport, and killed them 
by thousands? 

Do you know that there is danger that the wild duck, rein- 
deer, and mountain sheep will disappear in the same way? 

Do you think it is a fair game to hunt animals with a gun? 
Can they take their part? 

Don^t you think that boys and girls who live a hundred years 
from now will be glad if we all try to protect our wild animals? 

Will you bring some of your favorite pictures of animals to 
school? 


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THE TRUE STORY OF PEDRO 

Three balls for five cents, Mister. Have a shot at 
the monk/' 

Young Mr. Williams wondered what the man meant 
as he held out three hard balls painted in bright colors. 
Mr. Williams had gone to Woodlyn Park with his little 
niece and nephew for an afternoon of pleasure. 

''Oh, look, uncle!" cried the little boy; "don't you 
see the monkey? There! see his face through the hole 
in that sheet? The men throw the balls at him." 

Mr. Williams did, indeed, see Pedro's poor little 
scared face. Just as he caught sight of it, bang! a 
man threw a ball that hit the monkey on the head. 

"Oh, I am afraid they will kill the poor little 
monkey," cried the little girl. "Can't we make them 
stop, uncle?" 

"There isn't much use in talking to these men, " said 
Mr. Williams. "The best thing to do is to notify the 
'cruelty lady.' We will do that as soon as we get 
home; shall we?" 

"Oh, yes, indeed," cried the children. "Let us go 
right away." 

The "cruelty lady" started immediately for the 
park. When she saw how the little monkey was being 
abused, she had the two men who owned him arrested. 
Although they were very angry, she was not afraid 
of them. 

The poor monkey was taken away from his cruel 
masters and carried to the home of a good woman, who 
cared for the sick little animal. 


For days Pedro lay exhausted in the nice soft bed 
she made for him. 

She bathed the many, many bruises on his poor 
little body, and fed him good wholesome food. 

In about ten days, Pedro began to feel better, and 
showed how much he appreciated the kindness of his 
new mistress by following her everywhere he could. 

He got into mischief, too, by trying to do everything 
he saw people do. One day, when his mistress had 
stepped out into the garden, he turned the key on the 
inside of the door, and locked her out. 

It was a good thing that one of the second-story 
windows was open, so that a young man could climb 
up and get inside and unlock the door. 

The last time I heard of Pedro, he was living happily 
with other monkeys in the Zoological Garden. 


Let us speak for those 

That cannot speak for themselves. 


Even the smallest kind act is never lost. It isn't 
always the size of the good deed that counts. 




WHAT CHILDREN CAN DO 

They can speak pleasantly to boys or men who are 
whipping their horses and ask them to stop. 

They can ask men and boys to blanket their horses 
in cold weather, to put them in the shade in warm 
weather, and to loosen the tight check rein. 

They can keep fresh water where their own horses, 
dogs, cats, and hens can get it, not once, but at any 
time during the day or night. 

They can feed their dog or cat morning and night, 
remembering that all animals and fowls have as 
good appetites and suffer as much when hungry and 
thirsty as boys and girls do. 

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They can see that all their animals are made com- 
fortable at night and never turned out in the cold. 

They can feed homeless dogs and cats and try 
find shelter for them. They can be careful never 
lose a pet animal, or to leave one behind if they move 
away, unless they have arranged for some one to take 
care of it. 

Every kind act that children do, not only makes the 
world better, but helps to make them better and 
happier men and women — Animal Rescue League of Boston. 


A HORSE^S PETITION TO HIS DRIVER 

Up the hill whip me not, 

Down the hill hurry me not. 

In the stable forget me not. 

Of hay and grain rob me not. 

Of clean water stint me not. 

With sponge and brush neglect me not, 

Of soft, dry bed deprive me not, 

When sick or cold chill me not. 

With bit or rein jerk me not. 

And, when angry, strike me not. 

— Selected. 


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THE HORSE^S POINT OF VIEW 

If a horse could talk, he would have many things 
to say, especially when winter comes. 

He would tell his driver how a frosty bit stings and 
sears his lips and tongue when it is thrust into his 
mouth without first being warmed. 

He would tell how it feels to have nothing but ice- 
cold water to drink, when he is already shivering from 
the cold. 

He would tell of the bitter winds that frost his sides 
when he halts, steaming from exertion, and is tied for 
hours in an exposed place without a blanket. 

He would talk of slippery streets, and the fear of 
falling on cruel city paving-stones. He would tell of 
the bruised knees and wrenched joints, the tightened 
straps and the pain of the driver's lash, and the horrible 
fright of it all. 

Yes, the horse would say a good many things if he 
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had the power of speech. And having horse-sense, 
he would urge his driver to ''play fair,’^ not merely 
for the sake of kindness, but for the sake of keeping a 
faithful servant in good condition. 

— The American Humane Education Society. 


MEMORY GEM 

They are slaves who fear to speak 
For the helpless and the weak; 
They are slaves who dare not be 
In the right with two or three. 

— Lowell. 



Sketched from the seal of the Alassachusetts S. P. C. A* 

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A MAN WHO KNEW HOW 

There was a big team, a mighty load, and a long hill, 
and we watched to see what the driver would do. 

He was brawny and strong, and he had a kind face. 
He did not use the whip. He talked to his horses in a 
friendly way. He said: ''Come on, Jim,’' and "Hi, 
there. Bill,” and when he reached a steep place he 
jumped off the load and walked. Once he put on the 
brake and gave the panting animals a much-needed 
rest. At the top of the hill he patted the noses of 
his faithful friends, allowed them to breathe a bit, 
and then the big load moved along as easily as you 

please.— Selected. 


HOW TO TREAT A HORSE 

The only charm I use, boys, is the Golden Rule. 
Treat a horse as you would like to be treated your- 
self. There is never any need for any one to beat or 
abuse a horse, for there is no creature living more 
faithful and loving, if you are only kind and patient 
with him. Teach him to love and have confidence in 
you, and give him time to find out what you want, 
then he will serve you not only willingly but gladly 
and proudly. The best charm any man can use with 
a horse is kindness. Be kind, gentle, and considerate, 
and you will soon win his confidence and can do any- 
thing you like with him. 


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— Uncle Dan. 



THE HORSE’S PRAYER 

To you, My Master, I offer my prayer: Feed, 
water, and care for me, and, when the day’s work is 
done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed, and a 
stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort. 

Always be kind to me. Talk to me. Your voice 
often means as much to me as do the reins. Pet me 
sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and 
learn to love you. 

Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when 
going up hill. Never strike, beat, or kick me when I 
do not understand what you want, but give me a 
chance to understand you. 

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Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding, see if 
something is not wrong with my harness or my feet. 

Do not check me so that I cannot have the free use 
of my head. If you insist that I wear blinders, so that 
I cannot see behind me as it. was intended that I should, 
I pray you be careful that the blinders stand well out 
from my eyes. 

Do not overload me, or hitch me where water will 
drip on me. Keep me well shod. 

Examine my teeth when I do not eat; I may have 
an ulcerated tooth, and that, you know, is very painful. 

Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or 
take away my best defense against flies and mosqui- 
toes by cutting off my tail. 

I cannot tell you when I am thirsty, so give me clean 
cool water often. I cannot tell you in words when I 
am sick, so watch me, that by signs you may know 
my condition. 

Give me all possible shelter from the hot sun, and 
put a blanket on me, not when I am working, but when 
I am standing, in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in 
my mouth; flrst warm it by holding it a moment in 
your hands. 

I try to carry you and your burdens without a mur- 
mur, and wait patiently for you during long hours of 
the day and night. Without the power to choose my 
shoes or path, I sometimes fall on the hard pavements, 
and I must be ready at any moment to lose my life in 
your service. 

And finally, 0 My Master, when my useful strength 
is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell 
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me to some cruel owner, to be slowly tortured and 
starved to death; but take my life in the kindest way, 
and your God will reward you here and hereafter. 
Amen. — Issued by the Ohio Humane Society. 



Suppose this Horse Takes Cold and Suffers and Dies — Who is to Blame? 


QUESTIONS 

I 

What animal has been one of mankind's most faithful servants 
and one of his very best friends? 

Can you explain the difference between the work horse, the 
saddle horse, the race horse, the fire horse? 

Should we have as fine a city if there had never been any horses? 

Can you think of some ways of repaying horses for the work 
they do for us? 

When you grow old, how do you want to be treated, especially 
if you have worked hard all your life? 

How do you think old horses should be treated? 

Did you ever have a hard fall on the ice? 

How did you walk afterward? 

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Could you have walked carefully if you had been going down 
hill holding back a heavy load? 

How can we help horses in slippery weather? 

How can we help them up when they fall? 

Why is it harder to start to move a load than it is to keep 
it moving after it is started? 

Do you know that many horses are made blind by being over- 
driven? 

Tell a story showing how intelligent horses are. 

Have you ever seen the non-slip chains which drivers can put 
on horses’ feet to keep them from slipping? 

Have you ever read ^‘Black Beauty,” or “Beautiful Joe,” or 
“Our Goldmine at HoUyhurst,” or “The Strike at Shane’s”? 

II 

What are the names of some of the great societies founded to 
protect animals? 

How can children help in such work? 

Do children who are kind to animals turn out better than 
those who are cruel to them? Why? 

If you had your choice as to what animal you would be, would 
you choose to be a horse? 

Does it make any difference to you whether any one else is cold 
and hungry and tired and suffering? Whether an animal is 
suffering? 

Will you tell your teacher the next time you help some animal? 

Tell some of the things you think a horse would say if he could 
talk. A dog. A cat. A monkey. A bird. 

Where does a horse get his strength? Should he not be well fed? 


Children should never feel that their hands are too 
small and weak to help toward making the world a 
happier place for all to live in, for the world needs 
their work quite as much as it does that of the older 
people.— ilf. C. Yarrow. 


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BIRDS AS THE FRIENDS OF PLANTS 
I 

'"Just listen, Mary Frances!’' said Billy, pulling 
a paper out of his pocket. 

'One robin has been known to feed his family five 
yards of worms a day. 

" 'A chickadee will dispose of 5,500 eggs of the 
canker-worm moth in one day. 

" 'A flicker eats no less than 9,000 ants a day. 

" 'A pair of wrens have been seen to carry one hun- 
dred insects to their young in an hour. They are 
especially fond of plant-lice and cutworms. 

" 'Little humming-birds lick plant-lice off foliage 
with lightning rapidity. 


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'The yellow-billed cuckoo eats hundreds of tent 
caterpillars in a day. 

" 'Seed-eating birds destroy millions of seeds of 
troublesome weeds — actually eating hundreds of tons 
of seeds. 

"How do people know what the different birds eat?'' 
asked Mary Frances. "Did some one watch to see 
what each different bird took for a meal?" 

"No;" Billy referred to his clipping. "Scientists 
have examined the contents of the stomachs of the 
birds, and have learned what food each kind of bird 
uses. There was a time when people imagined that 
robins stole so many cherries and berries that it was 
a good deed to kill them. Now they have found that 
they destroy so many injurious insects that they do 
not begrudge them a few cherries. Besides, if mulberry 
trees are planted nearby they will prefer their fruit to 
the cherries." 

"Oh, Billy, " cried Mary Frances, "isn't it wonderful! 
Not only do birds help us by destroying harmful insects 
and seeds, but they help us by their beauty. I believe 
they are the most beautiful of living things! They 
could have helped us just as much and have been as 
ugly as — cutworms." 

"Yes," replied Billy, "I believe that is so; but it 
takes a girl to think such things out. The strangest 
thing to me, however, is that without birds we should 
die of starvation. This paper says that if the birds 
disappeared entirely, agriculture and farming would 
be impossible within a few years, " 

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II 


''Bees and birds/' said Mary Frances softly, "keep 
us from starving. How wonderful it all seems. Why, 
Billy, it must have all been planned out when God 
made the world!" 

"I have thought of that myself, Mary Frances," 
said Billy; "it's one of those thoughts a fellow doesn't 
often speak out loud. I don't know why." 

"Everybody ought to take care of birds," went on 
Mary Frances. "Surely the reason they don't is 
because they do not understand how wonderfully they 
help us. Birds and bees keep us from starving. Oh, 
Billy, let's have lots of birds in our garden!" 

"Why, how?" asked Billy. "Perhaps we could put 
food out for them." 

" Yes, but I wasn't thinking of that. I thought maybe 
we could put houses where they would build their nests." 

"Of course," replied Billy; "and we could keep a 
small bathtub full of water for them." 

"What fun!" cried Mary Frances. "Billy, do you 
know how to build the right kind of houses for each 
different kind of bird?" 

"No, I do not," answered Billy; "I know of only a 
few. They are the ones our manual training teacher 
showed us. I have some pictures right here in my 
book. It's queer I didn't think of them!" 

"Let me see them, " cried Mary Frances. "Oh, will 
you make some later on?" 

"I am to make them in school next term," explained 
Billy. "Let me show you these pictures." 

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A Robin’s Sleeping Porch 


Robin Redbreast will not live in an en- 
closed house, but desires merely a shelter 
where the family can have plenty of fresh 
air. 

*‘l believe in hving out-of-doors,” says 
Mrs. Robin Redbreast, ‘'and I shall not 
keep my children indoors^ no matter how 
sanitary the house may be. They shall be 
educated in the open air. There is as 
much to be learned outdoors as indoors.” 



A Bungalow for Wrens 

Jenny Wren and her husband like a little 
- — perch to rest upon before entering their 
\j)\r home. In order to keep the Enghsh sparrow 
from being inquisitive and troublesome, 
make the entrance only one inch across so 
that Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow cannot enter. 

“Sparrows are not a bit nice neighbors,” 
fusses gentle Jenny Wren. “They pick a 
quarrel over nothing, then peck our family 
to pieces if they can.” 



The Martins’ Hotel 



Do not charge Mr. and Mrs. 
Martin for lodgings. Instead, 
be thankful that they bring their 
friends and relatives with them, 
for martins come in companies 
and love to linger where invited. 
They destroy millions of insects. 


The Bluebird’s Cottage 

These heavenly bluebirds, with 
pinkish plumage on their breasts, add great beauty to our home 


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gardens; and fortunate is the owner of the bird house which 
they select “rent free/' They are terribly afraid of English 
sparrows, or more of them would live in the houses around about 
the home garden. Bluebirds eat up whole families of garden 
pests at a meal . — From The Mary Frances Garden Book, 

QUESTIONS 

Have you ever built a bird house? 

Do you know that if you place a basin upside down on the 
post before putting the house on, cats cannot climb over it? 

Will you keep an account of the birds you see every day? 

Why are birds necessary to man? 

Name some of the most useful birds? 

How can we help birds? 

Why is it not right to cage wild birds? 

Why do many birds fly south in the fall? 

Will you bring some pictures of birds to put on a chart? 

If you build a bird house, will you bring it for the class to see? 


The birds of one of our large cities are being pro- 
vided with homes by the pupils of the city's public 
schools. These homes are bird houses, made by the 
children in the manual training classes. 

The president of the city's Humane Society offers a 
prize every spring to the child who first has a bird 
tenant in the houses newly set out. The prize is a 
book about birds and their habits. 

You can imagine how eagerly the boys and girls 
watch the houses to be sure of noting the exact time 
when a bird family moves in. — National Humane Journal. 

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ANDROCLUS AND THE LION 
I 

Many years ago there lived in the city of Rome a 
rich man who owned a great number of slaves. 

One slave, named Androclus, grew very weary of 
the hard work he was forced to do, and upon a dark 
night ran away from his home. 

At first he did not know where to go, but ran blindly 
through the streets until at length, when almost breath- 
less, he found himself outside of the city. 

There he could travel more slowly; but he must, 
nevertheless, go steadily on or he would be caught and 
fed to the lions. For this was the law; a runaway 
slave was cast into the arena into which hungry lions 
were driven. 

Poor Androclus was very much frightened as he 
went on his way thinking how dreadful it would be if 
he were found. 

Just as the morning light broke gently over the hills, 
he came to the edge of a thick woods. 

"'This is the very place to hide,’’ he thought; and 
plunged into the dense thickets. 

On and on he stumbled; on and on, even though he 
was so tired and thirsty that he feared he would faint. 

At last, just when he thought he could not take 
another step, he heard the sound of running water, and 
in a minute or two, he came to a beautiful little brook. 

By its side he knelt and drank; but although the 
cool water refreshed him, he found that he had not 
strength to go on. 


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''What shall I do?'' he wondered. 

Then he saw the mouth of a cave not far away. 

"I will crawl into that cave and rest, " he thought. 

It was very comfortable in the cave, for there was a 
bed of loose leaves on which to lie. 

So Androclus lay down and was soon fast asleep. 

II 

Suddenly he was awakened by the deep roar of a 
lion! Nearer and nearer it came — nearer and nearer! 

Androclus, terribly frightened, drew back as far as 
he could into the darkest corner of the cave, hoping 
that the lion would not see him; but on it came right 
into the cave! 

Then Androclus saw that the lion was lame. It held 
up its front paw very much as a kitten might have 
done had its paw been sore. 

Androclus took courage. 

He crept softly toward the great beast, which, 
seeming to know that the man could help him, allowed 
him to take hold of his paw. 

It required but a moment for Androclus to pull out 
the large thorn which was causing the pain. 

The lion was so pleased that he rubbed his head 
against the man's shoulder, and purred loudly. 

After that, Androclus was never afraid of the lion; 
and the lion to show his gratitude shared his food with 
him. In this way these strange companions came to 
live together in the cave. 

One day when the slave was walking in the forest, 
some soldiers spied him. They knew that he must 
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have escaped from his master, so they bound him and 
took him back to Rome. 

Poor Androclus knew that the thing which he had 
so dreaded was about to happen. He would be fed to 
the hungry lions. 



The day came. Great crowds of people had gathered, 
as people gather nowadays to see a ball game. 

Androclus, weak with fear, was pushed into the 
arena. He could hear the roar of the hungry lion as 
it came tearing from its cell. 

Right toward Androclus rushed the great beast; 
the people expected to see the slave torn into pieces. 
Imagine their surprise when the lion suddenly stood 
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He Told About the Lion^s Huet Paw 



still, and Androclus sprang toward him with a cry of 
joy; for it was his friend, the lion of the forest! 

And the lion was just as glad as Androclus. He acted 
like a big pleased kitten, purring and licking Androclus's 
hands and feet lovingly. 

The people wanted to know how such a strange thing 
could happen; and Androclus, with his hand on the 
head of his pet, told about his flight; about the lion's 
hurt paw; about their life together in the cave; and 
about the lion's sharing his food with him. 

Before he was through many voices cried, '^Let them 
live! Let Androclus and his lion live!" And they 
were both given their freedom. 

For many years, Androclus and his pet were one of 
the most interesting sights in the great city of Rome. 

— An Old Tale, 


BOOKS AND STORIES ABOUT ANIMALS 


Black Beauty 

Our Gold Mine at HoUyhurst. . 

Beautiful Joe 

Lessons about Animals 

The Strike at Shane's 

For Pity's Sake 


Anna Sewell. 

American Humane Education 
Society, Boston, Mass. 

A Prize Story of Indiana. 
Dedicated to my Horse, my 
Dog, my Cat. — Sarah Nelson 
Carter. 


Our Dumb Animals (Magazine) . Norwood, Mass. 

Mary Frances Garden Book Jane Eayre Fryer. 

Concerning Cats Helen Winslow. 

Dogs of All Nations Conrad J. Miller. 

Stories of Brave Dogs M. H. Carter. 

The Bell of Atri Henry W. Longfellow. 

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PART II 


STORIES ABOUT OUR PUBLIC SERVANTS 


The Policeman. The Fireman. The Postman. The 
Street Cleaner. The Garbage Collector. 

The Ash and Rubbish Collector. 



















THE POLICEMAN 

To carry out the will of the people as expressed in 
law is one duty of the police; to protect the city from 
crooks and thieves is another duty; to shelter refugees 
and give them food and clothing in times of great 
emergency is a third duty. 

A competent policeman to-day should be sanitary 
officer, guide, counsellor, thief-catcher, peace-officer 
and soldier, all rolled into one.'^ — Arthur Woods, 

Could we do without these splendid public servants 
one day? 


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THE POLICEMAN AND THE RUNAWAY 

This story began at a big public-school crossing on 
one of the busy avenues of upper New York. 

School had just been dismissed and the children 
were flocking to the sidewalk. 

Patrolman Smith of the mounted police was on duty 
at the crossing, seeing his charges safely across the 
street. 

His horse, Bob, stood saddled at the curb. Bob kept 
one eye on his master, and one on the children who 
stopped to pat his nose. Both Bob and his master 
were great favorites with this school. 

Hurry now, you youngsters; move along there, or 
you'll be run over, " ordered Patrolman Smith. 

He pretended to be angry, but he wasn't, not while 
he smiled so pleasantly. 

Suddenly, people were heard shouting a block away. 
Patrolman Smith saw a runaway horse coming down the 
avenue, directly upon his flock. 

Quickly he got the children to the safety of the 
sidewalk, just as the horse, attached to a light delivery 
wagon, dashed madly by. 

The next moment, he jumped on Bob's back and 
started in pursuit of the runaway horse. 

The light wagon bounded over the roadway and 
swayed from side to side, almost turning over. People 
lined the sidewalks and shouted encouragement to 
the pursuer. 

Slowly the police horse gained. Bob had pursued 
runaways before and knew his business. After a chase 
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of three blocks he was almost alongside. Then some- 
thing happened. 

An automobile, running out of a cross street, struck 
Bob full in the side and nearly knocked him over. As 
it was, Officer Smith was thrown to the roadway, 
fracturing his skull. 



Bob was not frightened; he was a police horse. Qui- 
etly he took his place by his fallen master and waited. 

In spite of his injury. Patrolman Smith quickly 
remounted and again took up the pursuit. With the 
aid of another officer he soon stopped the runaway. 
Then almost before he knew what had happened, he 
slipped unconscious off Bob's back into the street. 

The other officer took charge of the runaway horse, 
which was covered with foam and trembling with fright, 
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still another officer who came up took care of Bob 
and saw that he was safely returned to his station. 

An ambulance drove up and carried the unconscious 
Patrolman Smith to the hospital. He was found to be 
severely injured and had to undergo a serious operation. 

On recovering consciousness, as he lay on the hospital 
cot, his first question was, ^'Did we get that runaway 

What do you suppose his second question was? 

"Is Bob all right?'’ 

When the nurse answered "yes" to both his 
questions, he went to sleep again satisfied. He had 
performed his duty. 

His head proved to be so badly hurt that the doctors 
had to patch it, using for this purpose a little plate of 
silver. 

The thing that pleased him most while he was getting 
well was the big bouquet of flowers that came from his 
school. 

Some weeks later, the brave officer was discharged 
from the hospital, cured. One day, to the children's 
delight, he appeared again on duty at the crossing. 

It was the same Patrolman Smith, spick and span, 
but thinner and paler. He had lost his sunburn in the 
hospital. 

"Tell us all about everything," the children cried, 
crowding around him. 

"Take off your cap, please," said one little fellow, 
who wanted to see the silver plate the doctors had put 
in the top of his head. 

"Aw, run along now; don't bother me," he replied, 
with a broad smile of pleasure. 

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His injury was such as might occur to any police- 
man in his daily work of protecting the people of 
the city. To him his act of bravery seemed nothing. 
He had only done his duty as an officer. But the 
boys and girls knew that their crossing policeman was 
a hero. 


EVERYBODY'S FRIEND 

Who guards every home at night, 

And watches out for danger? 

Who forbids rough men to fight, 

And helps the anxious stranger? 

Our policeman. 

Who turns in the fire alarm 
Soon as the fire is sighted? 

Sees that no one comes to harm. 

And many wrongs are righted? 

Our policeman. 

Who patrols his daily beat, 

Our friend so true and steady? 

Guards the children on the street, 

A soldier ever ready? 

Our policeman. 

— E, F, 


12B 


WHAT THE POLICEMAN DOES FOR US 

The policeman protects our homes from danger. 

He is a soldier of peace, a home-guard, always 
on duty day and night to guard the peace and 
safety of the families in his care. He often 
risks his life, and sometimes loses it, in perform- 
ing his duty. 

The policeman protects our property. 

He acts as watchman for the houses and stores 
on his beat, whether the people are at home or 
away. Careless people often leave doors and 
windows unfastened. The officer discovers 
them and protects the tenants from their own 
carelessness. 

If a fire breaks out, the policeman turns in an alarm. 
If a robbery is committed, he catches the thief 
and locks him up in the police station. 

The policeman preserves order and prevents crime. 
If people quarrel on the street, disturb the 
peace, or commit other crimes, he interferes 
and arrests the guilty persons when necessary. 

The policeman prevents accidents from fallen wires, 
holes in the street and pavement, broken store 
windows, runaways, and other dangers. 

The policeman regulates traffic at street corners 
and busy crossings. He protects foot-passengers 
from horses, automobiles, and street-cars. He 
sees timid people and children safely across the 
street, and gives information to strangers who 
^re not familiar with the city. 

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The policeman renders first-aid. 

If any one is sick or injmed on the streets, he 
calls the ambulance, sends for the doctor, and 
renders first-aid himself until help arrives. 
When children or older people are lost or miss- 
ing, it is the policeman^s duty to help find them. 

Any person in trouble on the street will find a friendly 
helper in the nearest policeman. His duty is 
to guard the safety and comfort of all the 
citizens of his city, to protect them and their 
homes at all times, so that they can be free to 
go about their business without fear of harm. 


HOW WE MAY AID THE POLICEMAN 

We should treat him with the respect due to an 
officer. When speaking to him, we should always 
address him in a courteous manner as '‘Mr. Officer," 
or "Mr. Policeman." 

We should obey his directions when on the street 
and at the crossings. These are given for our safety, 
and not because he likes to order us about. 

We should notify him at once in case of theft, fire, 
or danger of any kind. If we cannot find the officer 
on the beat at once, we should notify the police station. 
If we do this by telephone, we should call the operator 
and ask for "Police." 

We should regard the policeman as a friend, and be 
ready to aid him at all times in the performance of 
his duty. 


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The Lost Child’s Friend. 

Can you tell a story about the lost child? 




DUTIES OF A FIREMAN 

1. In case of fire: 

Protect life and property. 

Make speedy rescues and convey persons to places 
of safety. 

Extinguish fires and prevent their spreading to 
other property. 

2. When buildings collapse: 

Rescue persons and recover bodies. 

Clear away debris and remove weak and danger- 
ous parts of buildings. 


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THE STORY OF A FIRE 
I 

JACK GIVES THE ALARM 

Jack Hillman was a newspaper carrier before break- 
fast, a school-boy after breakfast, and his mother’s 
right-hand man generally. 

On the morning of this story. Jack had finished his 
newspaper route — all but three papers. It was about 
six o’clock and daylight was just breaking through the 
dampness and fog. The place was a quiet back street 
of three-story houses. 


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As Jack passed the third house from the end of the 
row, he happened to glance at the cellar window. A 
thin wisp of smoke-like vapor was slipping out between 
the sash and the frame of the window. 

It must be fog or steam, thought Jack to himself. 

He watched it a moment, and then ran to the window. 
It came out in a thicker volume. Quickly he stooped 
down and put his nose into it. 

''It^s smoke! It's smoke!’' he cried, and peered in. 
The whole cellar was full of smoke. 

Jack looked up and down the quiet street. No one 
was in sight. Something must be done quickly. He 
ran up the steps of the house, pounded on the door 
with his fist and pushed the bell button; but no one 
answered. 

Then he ran down the middle of the street and began 
to cry: 

Fire! Fire! Fire! 

By this time the smoke was pouring out of the cellar 
window thicker than ever. 

A man put his head out of a door half way up the 
block. Jack ran to him and pointed back to the smoke. 

Just then he remembered the red fire-alarm box on 
the next corner. In his excitement he did not think 
about telephoning. 

'"You get the people up!" cried Jack to the man. 
"'ril turn in the alarm!" And he ran as he had never 
run before. 

It seemed miles to the alarm box; but, as a matter of 
fact, he was not more than two minutes in reaching it. 

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Jack had never turned in an alarm, but he had often 
read the directions beside the little square of glass on 
the red alarm box 


To give alarm 
break glass 
open door 
pull hook down once 
and let go. 


Jack looked about for a stone to break the glass; but 
there was no loose stone in that smooth-paved street. 

Using his elbow for a hammer, as he had often done 
before, he struck the glass a sharp blow. 

Crash went the thin glass to the pavement, and the 
little handle was in reach. Grasping it firmly, Jack 
turned it to the right and the red door fiew open. 
Inside he saw a long curved slot and a knob or hook at 
the top of it, and the directions: 

'Tull the hook all the way down and let go.’' 

For a moment Jack was frightened. Perhaps there 
wasn’t any fire after all, and to turn in a false alarm 
was against the law. Hesitating, he looked about for 
help; but the street was empty. 

"But the house is on fire; I saw it; I know it,” he 
said to himself. 

Trembling with excitement. Jack pulled the hook 
to the bottom of the slot and let go. 

Instantly the bell began to ring: Ting-a-ling! Ting- 
a-ling-a-ling! Hurrah — the alarm was in! 

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Again, Jack looked up and down the street. To his 
relief, he saw his friend the policeman on the beat, 
about a block away, hurrying towards him. 

Quickly Jack told his story. ^'Good work, Jack, 
good work! You stay right here and direct the firemen 
where to go;'' and the policeman vanished around the 
corner on a run to the fire. 

Still the bell in the box was ringing merrily, but no 
firemen were to be seen. ''Will they never come?" 
thought Jack. It seemed hours to wait. Clang! 
clang! a little red automobile came dashing down the 
street. As a matter of fact, it was just three minutes 
since Jack had "pulled the box." 

Jack knew the man in the car — one of his heroes, 
the battalion chief. Right behind came engine 
number 29, smoking and pufRng, and hosecart number 
21, and ladder-truck number 12, crowded wdth men. 
The clanging gongs echoing through the quiet street 
sounded like sweet music to the anxious boy. 

"Right around the corner. Seventh and Poplar!" 
shouted Jack, pointing the way and not waiting for the 
question. 

"Seventh and Poplar! Seventh and Poplar!" he 
cried, as they dashed by; and then, his duty done, he 
ran after them. 

II 

AT THE FIRE 

When Jack arrived, breathless and panting right 
after the firemen, he saw that the fire was spreading 
so rapidly that the whole house was in danger. The 


cellar was blazing and smoke was pouring out of the 
first and second story windows. 

On the order to ^^search the house/" three firemen 
broke the door open and rushed in to search for 
the occupants and bring them to safety. As they 
entered, a thick volume of smoke came pouring out. 

Already the hosemen were shooting great streams of 
water into the cellar. The chief in command was 
giving his orders in a quick, cool voice, the men obeying 
them almost before they were issued. There was no 
confusion; every man knew exactly what to do and 
did it. 

''Is there anybody in the house?"" inquired Jack 
eagerly of the man who lived half way up the block. 

"I hardly think so; I pounded the door and shouted 
with all my might until the firemen came, but could 
not make anybody hear. Nobody seems to know 
whether the family is home or not,"" he replied. 

Just then the chief cried, "Look out! here comes 
Jim!"" Through the flames and the stream of water 
one of the firemen dashed out, his clothing afire with 
sparks, and his coat tightly wrapped over something in 
his arms. He would have fallen had not the chief 
caught him. 

Quickly the men smothered the fire on his clothing. 
Then he opened his coat. Inside was a plump baby, 
safe and clean in its little nightgown, just as it came 
out of its crib. 

How the crowd cheered when they saw it! A woman 
broke through the fire lines. The brave fireman 
quickly placed the rescued baby in her arms and 
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started for the doorway again; but the chief grasped 
him by the arm. 

''You can't go back, Jim! Stay here!" he ordered. 

"There are a woman and two children in there; let 
me go!" cried Jim, pulling away from the chief. 

"Shorty and Charlie can take care of them. You 
stay here!" commanded the chief. His practiced eye 
told him that no man, however brave, could go in 
through that blazing doorway and come out again alive. 

The chief anxiously scanned the upper windows for 
signs of the two men who were inside, heroically fight- 
ing their way with the woman and children to the upper 
floors for safety. 

Suddenly a whole third-story window was wrenched 
out with a crash of broken glass. 

" There they are ! There they are ! " shouted the crowd. 

Charlie was leaning out of the window, and beside 
him a woman was waving her arms wildly and shrieking, 
"Help! Help! Help!" 

"Make a rescue!" ordered the chief. 

"Rescue!" repeated the firemen. 

Already the laddermen had their long three-story 
ladder standing erect in the air; and almost before its 
top swung against the window-sill a ladderman was 
nimbly running up, hand over hand, and a second man 
was following him. 

Charlie could be seen lifting a small boy out of the 
window into the arms of the first ladderman, who 
quickly carried him down to safety, while the crowd 
hurrahed. 

Now those who could see well had an interesting 

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exhibit of one way in which a fireman carries a person 
down a ladder. The second ladderman grasped firmly 
each upright of the ladder, while Charlie lifted out a 
twelve-year-old girl and laid her across the life-saver's 
bent arms. 

Carefully he began to descend with his burden, step 
by step, while the mother watched fearfully out of the 
window, and the people below held their breath. 

In less time than it takes to tell it, he reached the 
bottom. The people shouted in relief, and a voice 
cried, '^All the children are saved! Hurrah!" 

As the fireman again quickly ascended the ladder, 
the woman was seen to topple over. She had fainted 
when she knew that the children were safe. 

In a few seconds the ladderman stood at the top, his 
arms bent and braced as before. Quickly Charlie laid 
across them a long bundle. It was the unconscious 
mother wrapped in a blanket. Swiftly, yet cautiously 
he came down. 

It is no easy task to carry a heavy woman down a 
three-story ladder, with smoke blinding the eyes and 
fire scorching the face and hands. But the life-saver on 
the ladder does not think of that. His only thought 
is to save life and to put out the fire. 

Soon the ladderman reached the ground and tender 
hands relieved him of his charge. 

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THE RESCUE OF SHORTY 

"'Where's Shorty?" asked the chief of the man who 
had just come down. 


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Carefully He Began To Descend 


'all in'; lying up there on the floor uncon- 
scious. Charlie is ready to keel over, too," he replied. 

"Fll bring Shorty down," cried Dick, a fireman who 
heard the chiefs question. 

As he sprang up the ladder the chief shouted up after 
him, "Tell Charlie to come down, Dick!" 

Meanwhile, the smoke began to pour out of the 
rescue window at the top of the ladder, and the fire 
was creeping slowly up through the wooden floors, in 
spite of the heroic efforts of the fire-fighters. Charlie 
had disappeared from the window. There was not a 
second to lose. 

As Shorty's rescuer reached the top of the ladder, 
the watchers saw him jump through the smoke into 
the window. In a moment, he was seen pushing 
Charlie toward the ladder and urging him to go down; 
but Charlie wouldn't budge. 

"He won't come down without Shorty," muttered a 
fireman. 

"Come down, Charlie! Come down!" shouted up 
the chief, using his hands as a trumpet. 

Obeying orders, Charlie climbed out of the window 
on to the ladder and began slowly and painfully to 
descend, like a man in a daze. The smoke and flames 
poured out of the windows and scorched his flesh and 
clothing, while the firemen below played a stream of 
water between him and the wall for protection, and 
shouted words of encouragement. 

His comrades reached up for him as he neared the 
bottom; and it is well they did, for brave Charlie could 
stand no more and fell unconscious into their arms. 

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They carried him to a safe place and used first-aid 
treatment. 

Now the citizens outside the fire lines were to see 
what their firemen were capable of in an emergency; 
a thrilling deed that takes strength, courage, presence 



of mind and all the qualities of true manhood to perform 
— the rescue of Shorty. 

Through the smoke they saw Dick climb out of the 
window on to the ladder — ^but not alone. Hanging 
suspended over Dick^s back was the unconscious 
Shorty, his arms around Dick^s neck, with wrists 
securely tied in front. 

In this manner Dick began to descend, rung by 
rung, bearing his heavy load. The wicked flames 
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shot out from the windows, and the suffocating smoke 
almost hid the men from view. Breathless, the people 
watched them on the slender ladder, high in the air, 
surrounded by smoke and flame, one man unconscious, 
a dead weight on the other man's back. 

The only sounds heard were the crackling of the 
flames and the swish of the water as it played and 
sizzled on the fire. Then the silence was broken by a 
great crash — one of the floors had fallen in. 

But Dick came quickly down, lower and lower, 
nearer and nearer to safety. What if his hands and 
face were scorching and his clothes catching fire, his 
heart did not flinch. To save life — that is the fireman's 
first duty, and well was Dick performing it. 

But Dick was not thinking of that; he had only 
one thought — to get Shorty to the foot of the ladder 
and safely off his back. 

A few steps more and the deed was done. 
Upstretched hands supported him; his feet touched 
the ground — Shorty was saved. 

Then the people cheered and cheered again; and 
well they might, for they had witnessed a thing that 
makes every heart beat high with pride — the speedy 
rescue of lives by heroes who freely risk their own in 
the performance of duty. 

By this time the efforts of the firemen began to tell; 
the water began to conquer the flames, the fire was soon 
under control, and the danger was over. 

The chief, who now had time to look about him, 
spied Jack at the fire line. 

''Come here," he called. 

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Jack came running, proud to be thus singled out. 

“Hello, ” he said, “you are the boy who turned in the 
alarm, aren’t you? ” 

“Yes, sir,” replied Jack. 

“Go to school?” 

“Yes, sir.” , 

“Good work, my boy, good work! Come around to 
the fire station and see me after school today.” 

“ Thank you, sir, ” said Jack. 

For the first time since the excitement began. Jack 
realized that he still had three papers under his arm 
undelivered. These he delivered quickly, and ran 
home to tell his mother all about the fire. 


HOW TO HELP THE FIREMAN 

1. The telephone is usually the best and quickest 
means of sending in an alarm. When a fire breaks out 
nm to the nearest telephone. 

2. Call the operator and tell her where the fire is, 
giving the street and number. Do not say, “Come up 
to my house quick.” The telephone operator will call 
the nearest fire station at once. 

3. Locate the fire alarm box near your home. If 
you cannot reach a telephone quickly, ring the box in 
case of fire. 

4. Stay near the box when it has been pulled for 
fire in order to direct the firemen. 

5. Stay on the sidewalk when engines are going by. 

6. Send in the alarm quickly if you discover a fire. 

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The fire department is ready at all times to respond to 
fires within thirty seconds after any alarm is sent in. 
Delay in sending in an alarm is responsible for nearly 
every large fire that occurs. When there is snow on 
the ground or the run is up hill, the department must 
be notified quickly to be of any service. 



7. Have two six-quart pails always handy. 

8. Use fire-proof metal cans for waste. 

9. Look for exits in halls and public buildings. 


Fire is a good servant, but a bad master. 

It is the patriotic duty of every American citizen 
to prevent fires. Why? 


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DONTS FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION 

1. Don't go into closets with a lighted match to 
look for clothing. Why? 

2. Don't use kerosene oil to kindle fires in stoves. 

3. Don't put hot ashes into wooden boxes. Why? 

4. Don't allow lace curtains near gas brackets. 

5. Don't allow oily rags near stoves or about the 
house. 

6. Don't keep matches in paper boxes or lying about 
carelessly. Use a covered metal box. 

7. Don't forget that matches are the beginning of 
many fires. 

8. Don't hang clothing near open fires or stoves. 

9. Don't fill lamps after dark, and never when 
lighted. 

10. Don't allow rubbish to collect in hallways or on 
fire escapes. 

11. Don't burn leaves and dead grass on windy days. 

12. Don't fail to look twice at everything that looks 
like fire. Every day is fire prevention day. 

QUESTIONS 

Have you ever visited a fire house? Tell about it. 

When a fire occurs out in the country where there is no fire 
department, what has to be done? 

Why is it necessary to have a fii’e department in the cities? 

Can you think of some way in which fires start? 

How can we prevent fires? 

If you discovered a fire, what would you do? 

What do you think of a person who would turn in a false alarm? 

Do you have a fire drill in your school? 

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Every boy and girl is saved many a long tramp by 
the faithful services of the postmen. How? 

Did you ever stop to think that we may help the 
postmen: 

by addressing letters properly; 

by writing plainly in addressing letters; 

by placing the stamp in the upper right-hand 
comer; 

by answering the bell promptly for the postman; 
or, better, 

by saving time for the postman by having a 
mail-box. 


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HOW THE MAIL IS DELIVERED 

I 

UNCLE CHARLES WRITES FROM ALASKA 

'‘There is the postman's whistle/' said Mrs. 
Cameron. 

Edith hurried to the door, for a letter was expected 
from Uncle Charles, who was in Alaska. Soon she 
scampered back into the room, waving an envelope 
in her hand. "Is it from Uncle Charles?" she asked, 
as she handed the letter to her mother. 

"Yes," replied Mrs. Cameron, having opened the 
envelope, "it is from your uncle." 

Grandpa, Mr. Cameron, and Edith prepared to 
listen; for receiving a letter from Uncle Charles was 
always a very interesting event. The letter was as 
follows: 

Fort Yukon, Alaska, July 4, 19—. 

My dear Sister: Even in far-off Alaska this is a 
holiday, although it is not such a day as you are having 
in Boston. This morning some of the men fired off 
revolvers and rifles; but as there are few children in 
the camp, we have no fireworks. 

Fort Yukon is on the Yukon River, about six hundred 
fifty miles from the mouth, and almost exactly on the 
Arctic Circle. The fort was established by an agent 
of the Hudson Bay Company one hundred sixty 
years ago, but it is still a small place. 

Although we lack many things, we have one thing 
that Boston people do not have — sunshine night and 
day; that is, at this time of the year. It would seem 
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very strange to you 
to see the sun shining 
at midnight; but that is 
what we see here on June 
twenty-first. During the winter 
we see the sun but a short time 
each day. 

The summer weather is warm 
and pleasant, and our gardens grow 
rapidly. But the summer season 
is short, and we cannot grow many 
things which need a long time to 
ripen. The winters are long and 
bitterly cold. At a few feet 
below the surface the ground is 
frozen all of the year. 

This letter will leave here to- 
morrow morning on a little 
steamboat and go down the 
Yukon to its mouth, and from 
there to St. Michael, where the 
mail will be transferred to a 
larger ship. That ship will carry 
it to Seattle, and it will then 


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be carried across the continent by a swift railway 
train. 

About the middle of October the river will freeze 
and remain frozen until about the first of May. Prob- 
ably you will not hear from me more than once or twice 
during that time, for our winter mail trains are slow 
because they are drawn by dogs. 

A team often consists of six or seven dogs hitched 
tandem. They come in from Valdez, far to the south. 
The trail follows the ice-covered rivers and lakes and 
crosses high mountains. 

There is always great excitement when the mail 
reaches Fort Yukon. 

Our nearest telegraph station is at Rampart, more 
than one hundred fifty miles southwest; so you see 
we are shut off from the rest of the world. 

I must tell you how the mail is delivered between 
Kotzebue and Point Barrow. Kotzebue is west of 
this place, on the coast, and Point Barrow is on the 
Arctic coast. A Mr. S. R. Spriggs has a contract 
with the United States government to carry the 
mail. This he does during the winter by means of 
reindeer. The route is about two hundred fifty miles 
long. 

I expect to receive a letter from you by the next boat 
that comes in. Tell Edith that I am looking for a 
letter from her, also. With much love. 

Your brother, 
Charles. 

'' I hope that you will never go to Alaska, papa, '' said 
Edith, when her mother had finished reading the letter. 

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''Why?'' asked Mr. Cameron. 

"Because we should have to wait so long for letters 
from you," replied the little girl. "I don't see how 
people can get along without having mail once a day at 
least. The postman comes here three times a day, you 
know. Uncle wrote his letter on July fourth, and this 
is August second." 


II 

EARLY MAIL CARRIERS 

"Perhaps," said grandpa, taking Edith upon his 
lap, "I can tell you a story about the delivery of 
mail." 

"Oh, please do!" said Edith. 

"The custom of sending messages from person to 
person has been followed for thousands of years," 
began grandpa. "We read in the Bible of a letter 
which King David wrote from the city of Jerusalem to 
one of his generals named Joab. This letter was placed 
in the hands of a messenger who carried it to the 
general. 

"There were no trains in those days and so all 
letters were delivered by men on foot, men on horse- 
back, or by carrier pigeons." 

"By carrier pigeons!" cried Edith. "How could a 
pigeon carry a message?" 

"The birds were trained when young," replied her 
grandpa. "They were taken a short distance from 
home and then set free. The pigeons would of course 
fly home. The next time they were taken a greater 
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distance. This training was repeated many times, the 
distance always being increased. 

man going on a long journey would sometimes 
take several pigeons with him. When he wished to 
send a message home it was fastened to one of the 
birds, which was then set free. 

^'The carrying of messages was established for the 
use of kings and others of high rank. In time the 



common people began to send letters by post, or 
messengers. You have often heard the expression 
'post haste.' Years ago, people in England used to 
write on their letters, 'haste, haste, posthaste.' 

"In early colonial days, the colonists were anxious 
to hear from home, which in most cases meant England. 

"When a ship from the mother country landed on 
our shores, there were always people waiting to see if 
it brought them news from jthe loved ones left behind. 
Some of the letters were not called for. These the 
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captain of the vessel took to the nearest coffee-house 
where their owners called for them. 

'"As the country was settled, men were employed to 
carry the mail between the different towns and 
cities. Usually the postmen did not start out until 
they had letters enough to pay the expenses of 
the trip. They would carry packages and even 
lead horses from town to town in order to earn a 
little money. It is said that one Pennsylvania 
postman used to knit mittens and stockings as he 
jogged along. 

^^The first regular mail service between Boston and 
New York was established in 1673. The round trip 
in the winter required about a month. 

'^As late as 1704 there was no regular postofRce 
west of Philadelphia. In 1775 the colonists appointed 
Benjamin Franklin as postmaster-general, paying him 
a salary of one thousand dollars a year. 

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POSTAGE STAMPS 

^'Here,"' continued grandpa, ''is a letter that I 
received yesterday from Lynn, only a few miles away; 
you see that there is a two-cent stamp upon it. Please 
bring me Uncle Charles’ letter. ” 

Edith ran to the table and returned with the letter. 

"You see,” said grandpa, "that this letter also bears 
a two-cent stamp, although it was carried several 
thousand miles. Did you ever see letters that came 
from a foreign country?” 


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''Oh, yes,'' answered Edith; "sometimes they have 
five-cent stamps on them." 

"In 1792," continued grandpa, "the Congress of the 
United States fixed the rate of postage in this country. 
In some cases it cost ten cents to send a letter only a 
short distance. The cost depended upon how thickly 
settled the country was, as well as upon the nature of 
the roads. 

"Although, in the days of our early history, people 
paid for having their letters delivered, there were no 
postage stamps in use. The charges were generally 
paid by the person who received the letter. The 
amount due was stamped on the outside. 

"In 1834 James Chalmers, at Dundee, Scotland, 
made the first adhesive stamps." 

"What are adhesive stamps?" asked Edith. 

"They are stamps that are made to adhere or stick 
to the envelopes by moistening them," her grandpa 
replied. 

" In 1847 the United States government commenced 
issuing postage stamps. Before this time, some of the 
postmasters were allowed to make stamps; but this 
is not permitted today. At first only five and ten 
cent stamps were made by the government. The 
five-cent stamps bore the head of Franklin, while 
the head of Washington appeared upon the ten-cent 
stamps. 

"In 1885 special delivery stamps were issued. These 
cost ten cents each. When a special delivery stamp 
is placed upon a letter it is delivered by a special 
messenger from the pcstoffice. 

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The Brave RroERs Had to Meet Many Dangers 




"Another interesting thing about letters written 
many years ago is that they were not placed in 
envelopes.” 

“Why not?” asked Edith, in great surprise. 

'^Because/" replied grandpa, there were no envel- 
opes. When a letter was finished it was folded into 
the form of an envelope and fastened by means of 
sealing wax. 

IV 

THE PONY EXPRESS 

''You know, '' he continued, "that our mails are now 
carried across the country on fast railroad trains. A 
letter can be sent from Boston to San Francisco, a 
distance of over three thousand miles, in about four 
days. But when I was a young man there were no 
railroads in the far West, and the mails traveled very 
slowly. 

"In those days many people were moving into the 
western country, and they felt the need of a better 
mail service. Some wealthy men talked the matter 
over and decided to use swift ponies to carry the mails. 
So in 1860 they planned the Pony Express. 

"This was a very daring thing to do, because those 
were the days of Indians and outlaws, and the brave 
riders would have to meet many dangers. 

"The ponies with their riders traveled between the 
town of St. Joseph, Missouri, and San Francisco, a 
distance of nearly two thousand miles. About 
eighty riders and over four hundred horses were 
needed. 


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'"The riders rode day and night, stopping only to 
change horses at the stations along the route. Every 
seventy-five miles the mail was turned over to a fresh 
rider on a fresh horse, who carried it on to the next 
stopping place. The mail was carried in a sort of 
blanket with pockets in the comers which were locked 
and unlocked by the station keepers. 

''At noon on April 3, 1860, the start was made from 
each end of the line. The first trip was made in ten 
days. Later, it took but eight or nine days. President 
Lincoln’s first inaugural address was carried in seven 
days and seventeen hours. 

"For some time the postage was five dollars for a 
half ounce, but later it was reduced to one dollar. 

"The longest ride was made by William F. Cody, 
afterwards known as 'Buffalo Bill,’ who was then but 
fifteen years of age. The boy rode steadily for nearly 
thirty-six hours, covering a distance of three hundred 
and eighty miles. During all of that long ride he 
stopped for only one meal. 

"The Pony Express was kept up for less than two 
years, for in October, 1861, a telegraph line connecting 
the East with the West was finished, making it easy 
to send messages across the continent by wire. 

V 

THE MAILS OF TO-DAY 

"The postal service has grown and improved wonder- 
fully in our country,” continued grandpa. "At first 
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the mail was carried by men on horseback, then by 
stage-coaches, and now by trains. 

^'Formerly, people went to the nearest postoffice for 
their mail; now, in all cities, the mail is delivered by 
postmen, just as the letter from Uncle Charles was 
delivered to-day. 

''In almost all parts of the country there is a rural 
free delivery. By the roadside in front of each farmer's 
house is a mail-box, having the name of the owner 
upon it. 

"A letter carrier drives through the neighborhood 
with the mail. When he leaves mail in a box he raises 
a little signal which is attached to it in such a way 
that it can be seen from the farmhouse. This, you 
see, takes the place of the postman's whistle. 

"To-day, some trains are given up entirely to the 
carrying of mail, and all passenger trains that cross the 
continent carry tons of mail. Not only is the mail 
carried on trains, but it can be posted on them as well. 
It is also sorted on the mail-cars; and sacks of mail are 
thrown off the mail-car and others taken on while the 
train is going at full speed. " 

"I don't see how mail can be put on a train when it 
is in motion, " said Edith. 

"Beside the track, at the places where mail is to be 
exchanged, there is a post of wood or iron," said 
grandpa. "Fastened to the post there are two cross- 
arms as far apart as a mail-sack is long. A sack is 
suspended on hooks between these arms. 

"Beside the door of each mail-car there is an arm, 
or hook of iron. Just before the mail-car reaches the 
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spot where a mail-bag is hanging, the mail clerk 
inside the car raises this arm. As the train rushes by, 
the arm pulls the sack from the hooks and holds it. 

"'The sack is then opened by the mail clerk, and its 
contents sorted. At the same time that the sack is 
taken on board, another sack is thrown from the door 
of the car. 

"In 1790 there were but seventy postoffices in the 
United States. In 1916 the number had increased to 
over 56,000. 

"Our wonderful postal system makes it possible for 
us to send letters to any part of the civilized world. 
If properly addressed and stamped they are almost 
certain to reach their owners safely and promptly, 
just as Uncle Charles' letter came all the way from the 
Arctic Circle to our door." 

— From *^How We Travel,^ by James F. Chamberlain {adapted). 

QUESTIONS 

I 

How many of you like to receive a letter? 

Did you ever think how wonderful it is that such a little thing 
as a letter can travel thousands of miles and find its owner within 
a certain time? 

What kind of “ticket’’ must your letter have in order to reach 
its owner? 

What does it cost to mail a letter to-day? 

After you stamp your letter and drop it into the postbox, 
what happens next? 

How often is mail collected from your nearest box? 

Where is it taken? 

Do you know where the sub-station for your neighborhood is? 

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To what place is your letter taken from the sub-station? 

How does it travel? 

How are the mails sorted on trains? 

When your letter reaches the city where its owner lives, who 
helps to find its owner? 


II 

How often does the postman deliver mail in your neighbor- 
hood? 

Is your postman an honest, pimctual, careful man? Why 
should he be? 

Is his work easy? Why not? 

• Is the life of a rural letter carrier easy? 

Tell something about parcel post. 

III 

Did you ever visit the postoffice? 

What did you see? 

Why do the clerks have to be careful? 

Why are stamps cancelled? 

Imagine that you are a letter traveling from one person to 
another and tell about your journey. Did you go by train or 
airplane? 

Can you tell something about mail service by airplane? 



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In many cities blockmen in white uniforms are 
required to be constantly at work in certain fixed areas 
from 7 A. M. to 6 P. M., except during the winter months, 
when their hours are from 7 A. M. to 5 P. M. 


Should not every boy and girl be glad to help such 
faithful public servants as the street cleaners? 


When our streets are clean and neat, 
More healthful is the air and sweet; 
More beautiful our city. 

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BEN FRANKLIN’S OWN STORY ABOUT 
PHILADELPHIA STREETS 

Benjamin Franklin wrote a story about himself for 
his son to read. In this story, or autobiography, he 
tells a great deal about the streets of Philadelphia in 
1755. As may be imagined, they were very unlike the 
streets of that city to-day. 

You may read below in his own words, which seem 
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quite old-fashioned and quaint to us now, what he 
says: 

''Our city, though laid out with a beautiful regu- 
larity, the streets large, straight, and crossing each other 
at right angles, had the disgrace of suffering those 
streets to remain long unpaved. 

" In wet weather the wheels of heavy carriages plowed 
them into quagmire, so that it was difficult to cross 
them; and in dry weather the dust was offensive. 

"I had lived near what was called the Jersey Mar- 
ket, and saw with pain the inhabitants wading in mud 
while purchasing their provisions. 

"A strip of ground down the middle of the market 
was at length paved with bricks, so that being once in 
the market, they had firm footing; but were often 
over shoes in dirt to get there. 

"By talking and writing on the subject, I was at 
length instrumental in getting the streets paved with 
stone between the market and the brick foot pavement 
that was on the side next the houses. 

"This for some time gave an easy access to the mar- 
ket dry-shod; but the rest of the street, not being 
paved, whenever a carriage came out of the mud upon 
this pavement, it shook off and left dirt upon it, and 
the pavement was soon covered with mire, which was 
not removed, the city as yet having no street- 
cleaners. 

"After some inquiry I found a poor, industrious man 
who was willing to undertake to keep the pavement 
clean by sweeping it twice a week, carrying off the dirt 
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from before all the neighbor's doors, for the sum of 
sixpence per month, to be paid by each house." 

The people soon saw how much better it was to have 
clean streets. Franklin's arrangement for sweeping 
them finally led to the paving and regular cleaning of 
the principal streets. 

Does it not seem strange that the great cities of the 
country once had the same troubles that any little 
village in the United States has to-day? 



Why is the rubbish in this cellar a source of danger 
to the people who live in the house? 

Why is it dangerous for the entire city? 

YOU AND YOUR STREETS 
I 

To-day it is a common sight to see the street cleaners. 
Many men are at work from sunrise to sunset, cleaning 
away the dirt and helping to make our city healthful 
and pleasant to live in. 

From whom does the money come to pay these 
men? It is not from the mayor or those who are 
in charge of the work. The money really is paid 
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by the people who own property in the city. The 
men working for the city are public servants. They 
are working for every man and woman, for every boy 
and girl in the city. 

There is a word much in use nowadays. It is 
^'cooperation.^' It means working together. Have 
you ever seen a group of men help push a heavily 
loaded wagon? They all push together in the same 
direction, and the horses pull at the same time, and 
so they get the wagon started on its way. This is 
cooperation, or working together. 

Everybody should want clean streets and well-kept 
sidewalks. They mean a more beautiful city, and 
what is better, a more healthful city. 

We know there must be a successful cooperation if 
we ever are to have a clean city. Now, cooperation 
means that every one must do his or her share. 

Hundreds of boys and girls used the streets this 
morning on their way to school. Many of them will 
play on these same streets this afternoon. 

Children are entitled to clean streets, but they must 
be willing to cooperate with the Bureau of Street 
Cleaning in order to get them. Do you know how 
they can do this? 


II 

Two kinds of dirt soil our city streets — that which 
is the result of daily traffic and that which comes from 
carelessness. 

If there were only the dirt which comes from the use 
of the streets, the paid cleaners could easily remove it. 

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Most of the dirt, however, comes because people do 
not think or care. One little piece of paper, a banana 
peel, an apple core — how trifling they seem! Yet, sup- 
pose each boy and girl of thousands of boys and girls 
should forget, and should throw something into the 
street, how littered the streets would be! 

The most important of all the things we can do is to 
remember. ^'But if I remember and some one else 
forgets, what then?'" you ask. Why, simply remind 
that person. 

The streets of the city belong more to the boys and 
girls than to the 
grown folks, be- 
cause they will use 
them longer. 

If this city is our 
home, we should 
keep the streets 
clean; for the 
streets are like 
the hallways of 
the home, and everyone likes to have a clean home. 

Every time we go to school, to the store, to 
church or Sunday-school, or out to play, we go on 
the street. The streets are as important as the 
houses. We could not have our city consist entirely 
of streets, nor could we have it consist entirely of 
houses. 

Many things have to be built and used together, or 
in cooperation, to make a city. 

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Who Will Sweep this Pile Away? 


Ill 


All over the country, boys and girls are cooperating 
with grown people and with city governments in the 
fight for good, clean streets. Boys and girls are 
remembering and reminding 
— they are street inspectors 
keeping watch over what is 
their own. 

They are learning about 
these things and thinking 
about them; when they 
grow up, they will know 
how such work should be 
done. 

They are getting their 
parents interested in the 
fight for clean streets. 

They are seeing that the 

The Place for Candy Bags is the paper from their OWn homeS 
Waste Can 

blow over the streets, that ashes are not piled up in 
boxes, and that covers are kept on garbage pails. 

There are many ways in which they can help. They 
can see that papers are thrown in the waste cans, or 
in cans in the school-yard. When they buy candy 
they can remember not to throw the wrappers in the 
street. 



Can you tell why clean, well-paved streets make it 
easier to have cleaner houses and cleaner clothes and 
better health? 


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As you go home notice something that you think 
will bring about an improvement in the condition of 
your streets. 


EQUIPMENT OF STREET CLEANERS 
A large city street-cleaning department uses: 
Sprinkling wagons, flushing machines, machine 
brooms, dirt wagons and carts, rubbish wagons, 
tightly-built ash wagons, covered garbage wagons. 


The workmen needed are: drivers, col- 
lectors and cleaners. 

All employees should be required to 
wear uniforms and numbered badges. 

Each ''blockman'" is usually 
provided with the following: 

A bag carrier, bags, scra- 
per, broom, sprinkler, 
fire-hydrant key, 


shovel, tools. 





Don’t Sweep Rubbish into the Street. 


QUESTIONS 

All sweepings are placed in dust-proof bags. Why? 

Sweepings are not allowed to remain in piles on the street 
Why? 

Snow, ice, and mud should be removed from street crossings, 
fire hydrants, sewer inlets, and footways of public bridges in rea- 
sonable time. Why? 


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HOW WE MAY HELP KEEP THE STREETS 
CLEAN 


We may all help to keep the streets of our city clean 
if we observe the following ''Donats'': 

1. Don't fail to keep all rubbish in tight receptacles, 
or to tie it securely into bundles. Why? 

2. Don't fail to use tight metal receptacles for ashes. 

3. Don't forget to leave at least three inches of clear 
space at the top of receptacle to prevent the contents 
from being spilled or blown into the street. 

4. Don't fail to provide a covered, leak-proof metal 
can for garbage, and to keep it covered at all times. 

5. Don't sweep or throw dirt, rubbish, waste-paper, 
grass-cuttings, fruit-peelings, or anything else into the 
street. Put them in tight rubbish receptacles or tie 
them into bundles to be taken up by the collector. 

6. Don't forget that* all dirt or rubbish, and every 
scrap of paper carelessly thrown into the street must 
later be picked up and removed, and that the taxpayer 
must pay for having this done. Why? 

QUESTIONS 

How do streets become dirty? 

Who pays for having these city hallways cleaned? 

How can every boy and girl help reduce the taxes? 

How can each become a street-cleaning inspector? 

How often in a week is your street cleaned? 

Why is the work in crowded districts done at night, except in 
severe weather? 

Will you try to cooperate with the street cleaner to keep the 
streets of your city clean? How? 

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THE 

QARBAGE 


WITH MENACES 

TO HEALTl! 
THROW WA5TE AWAT 
BUT NEVER waste! 
THAT la THE SUREST 
TO WEALTH 


In some of the cities of the Far East, animals are 
depended upon as garbage collectors. Hungry dogs 
and cats, and in some places, even pigs, rove the 
streets, picking up for food the refuse which is thrown 
out. 

It is no wonder that dreadful diseases break out 
among the people, is it? How unhealthful our own 
cities would be if we had no garbage collectors. 


What is garbage? 

How does the garbage collector help the street 
cleaner? 

Why is the garbage collector one of our important 
city servants? 


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WHAT THE GARBAGE CAN TOLD ROBERT 
I 

One day as Robert was going through the kitchen, 
he heard his mother talking to the maid. "'Nora,^' 
she said, I wish that you would be careful to keep the 
garbage can covered.’’ Robert hurried away to school 
and thought no more about it. 

That night, after he fell asleep, he dreamed that he 
was visiting at his cousin’s house. He thought that 
he was going down the back steps when suddenly he 
heard a weak little voice. 

‘"Oh, dear,” it was saying, “I feel so wretched! 
Oh, dear! can you get a doctor, please?” 

Robert looked around, but there was nothing in 
sight. 

“Oh, dear, oh, dear!” came the weak little voice 
again. “Oh, can’t somebody help me!” 

“Why, who’s talking?” asked Robert. “I don’t 
see anybody. I’d like to help you, if I knew who you 
were.” 

“It’s I — Garbage Can, ” answered the voice. “Here 
I am — look down, please.” 

Robert looked down, and there sure enough stood 
the garbage can, which he had failed to notice, 
looking up at him. You can imagine how surprised he 
was. 

“Why, I didn’t know you could talk!” he exclaimed. 

“If you knew how miserable I feel, you would not 
bother about that, but would take off my lid, ” said the 
garbage can. 


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Oh, Thank You! 
That is Better. 


Then Robert saw how really ill the garbage can 
looked. 

''You poor thing!’’ he exclaimed; "why, certainly 
I will lift your lid if that will help you.” As he raised 
the cover, a loaf of stale bread, a pork 
chop, and some apple parings fell out. 

"Oh, thank you! That is better,” 
sighed the garbage can. ''What a relief!” 

"Shall I get a doctor?” asked Robert 
anxiously. 

"Oh, no, thank you; I don’t need a 
doctor now. I feel almost like myself 
again, ” he answered. 

"If folks only wouldn’t fill me so full of rich good 
food, ” he complained, "how much better off everybody 
would be!” 

"Too full of rich good food!” laughed Robert. 
"Why, I never knew that any rich good food was 
thrown away.” 

"We get entirely too much of it,” said the garbage 
can. "Waste food is the only kind that is good for 
garbage cans.” 

"Do many people waste good food?” asked 
Robert. 

"What some folks throw away makes me sick!” 
declared the garbage can confidentially. "I could tell 
you some things, young man, that would certainly 
surprise you.” 

"Please tell me, if you feel able,” begged Robert. 

"Very well,” agreed the garbage can, settling down 
comfortably. Anyone could see that he was pleased. 

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II 


‘‘In the first place/' he began, “do you know that 
we American garbage cans are the hardest worked of 
all garbage cans in the world?" 

“No," Robert shook his head. 

“It's a fact, though," went on the garbage can. 
“The American garbage can is the fattest in the world, 
— a United States senator first said so." 

“Why, what did that mean?" asked Robert. 
“American garbage cans don't look any fatter than 
those in other countries, do they?" 

“ The senator referred to the rich food that is thrown 
into the American garbage can," explained the speaker 
patiently. “He meant that the American people are 
the most wasteful people in the world. They do not 
save little things. Few people stop to think how long 
it takes grains of wheat to grow into a loaf of bread. 
Did you ever think how hard somebody had to work 
to get the wheat grains ready to make the bread?" 

“No," acknowledged Robert, “I don't believe I ever 
did." 

“ If people did think, we should not be stuffed every 
day with bread enough to feed many a poor family." 

“Oh, not that much, surely?" questioned Robert in 
surprise. 

“Yes, sir," declared the garbage can, “that much. 
I ought to know! I have been a garbage can all my 
life." 

“Yes, you ought to know," agreed Robert. 

“Not only bread," went on the garbage can, “but 
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meat, too. Now, that does surprise you, doesn't it! 
It takes four years to grow a beefsteak, yet there are 
garbage cans which are fed nice big pieces of beefsteak 
every day or so." 

don't believe — ," Robert started to say. 

''Don't believe what?" snapped the garbage can. 
"Don't believe! Why, I haven't begun to tell you 
about the value of garbage!" 

" Please excuse me, " explained Robert; " I was going 
to say thdt I don't think my mother allows such 
waste." 

"Oh, was that it? I beg your pardon," apologized 
the can. " I get so excited when I think about what is 
wasted, and so nervous when I see little children and 
even animals who need what is thrown away, that I 
sometimes forget my manners, I fear." 

Robert could not help smiling at the thought of the 
manners of a garbage can; but the can evidently 
thought that he was smiling about some of the facts 
he had been told, and continued to talk. 

"Watch when you have a chance, and notice what 
good meals could have been made from the food wasted 
on garbage cans if a little thought had been used. 

"It has been estimated that the garbage cans get 
one-third of the food which is bought and prepared 
for the American people. 

"This food, if used rightly, would feed all the poor. 
It would build many battleships. It would pay for all 
the land in some states. It would run the government 
for weeks." 

"Would it make any difference in the cost of food 
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if people were not wasteful?*^ asked Robert, as the 
speaker paused for breath. 

“Of course, answered the can. “You see, if food is 
very plentiful it does not cost so much because there is 
enough for everybody; but when it is scarce it costs 
more because there is only enough for those who can 
afford to pay a high price. ’’ 

“Oh, so people who buy food and waste it make it 
scarcer, and prevent the poorer people from getting it 
at a lower price, said Robert. 

“Good! I see you understand!^' cried the garbage 
can. “Not only is what you say true, but the fact is 
that the poor people who waste food are often kept 
poor because they throw away what they could save. 
A slice of bread a day amounts to about a dollar and 
fifty cents a year! Better to watch the garbage can ! " 

The can stopped suddenly as the rumble of a wagon 
sounded in the street. 

“It is the garbage collector!" he exclaimed delight- 
edly. “If it were not for him, I am sure I don't know 
what I should do!" 

“Good-by," said Robert, who did not care to have 
the collector see him talking with a garbage can. “I 
thank you for the lesson, Mr. Can." 

“Good-by," muttered the garbage can; and then 
his face melted away and Robert woke up. 

QUESTIONS 

Why would doctors have to work many times as hard as they 
do if there were no garbage collectors? 

How do the garbage collectors help in keeping people well? 

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TWO GARBAGE COLLECTORS 
I 

The next evening, after Robert had finished studying 
his lessons, he surprised his father by asking, '"'ViTiat 
becomes of garbage, father? Where does a collector 
take it?’’ 

What kind of a collector, Robert?'" asked his father 
with a twinkle in his eye. 

What kind ! " Robert was puzzled. '' I didn't know 
there were more kinds than one — the men who wear 
the city uniform and collect our 
garbage every other day," he 
declared. 

“There are several different 
kinds," said his father. “One 
kind is especially anxious and 
active in warm weather if the lid 
is left off the garbage can." 

“Oh, I know,” said Robert; the Collectors 

“you mean flies!” 

“Yes, flies are the collectors I mean; and they do a 
great deal of harm, not because of what they take, but 
because they carry germs of disease on their feet.” 

“Yes,” said Robert, “I know they do; our teacher 
showed us a picture of a fly’s foot and tongue magnified 
many times.” 

“'Then you understand why mother found fault 
with Nora for leaving the cover off our garbage can 
yesterday?” 

“Yes, father; but I never thought before today 
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how unhealthful a city would become if it were not 
for the garbage collectors — the real ones, I mean,'' 
Robert remarked. 

''Indeed, we ought to appreciate what they do for 
us," his father said. "You see, they are really just 
one set of the public servants of our large city family. 
They are useful men and do their work well." 

"I shall certainly think more of them after this," 
said the boy. Then, suddenly, he asked again, "But, 
father, what do our garbage collectors do with the 
garbage? Where do they take it?" 

"Let me see," answered his father; "they take it— 
I think they drive down to some river wharf, and dump 
it into scows." 

"And then where do the scows take it?" 

"They are drawn by tugboats down the river to the 
disposal plant. To tell the truth, Robert, I do not 
know just what is done with it there; but in some way 
it is made into fertilizer, which is sold to farmers." 

"I wish I knew how it is done," said Robert after a 
minute. 

"Why, if you are interested in that, we will take a 
trip down to the plant some day soon," promised his 
father. "I should like to know more about it myself." 

"Oh, that will be fine, father. Can we go on 
Saturday? " 

" I think so. I will see if I can get permission of the 
disposal people to make a visit on that day." 

"I guess it must pay to make garbage into fertilizer." 
Robert was thinking aloud. 

His father took up the thought. "Indeed it does, 
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my boy. Garbage, or waste food, is very valuable; 
that of some big cities being worth a million dollars a 
year.'' 

''So much? Isn't it splendid that it can be used? 
I wonder how any one thought of making it into 
fertilizer." 

"Well, I imagine it came about in this way: farmers 
and people who live in the country where they can 
observe, have found out that the thriftiest of all 
creatures is Mother Nature. She never lets anything 
go to waste; she is so very thrifty that when men help 
her she uses waste so fast that it pays a thousand fold. 

"So the men who buy the fertilizer made from city 
garbage are buying it for thrifty Mother Nature to 
use as food for plants. But we have talked too long, 
son; so good night, for you know 

' Early to bed and early to rise 
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.' " 


II 

Robert was scarcely asleep before he dreamed that 
he was in charge of all the garbage collectors in the 
city, and that he needed a new collector for a certain 
ward. 

"Two applicants are waiting to see you, sir," said 
his office boy; and Robert stepped out to see them. 

One of the applicants was a strong young man, and 
the other was an enormous fly! 

In his dream this did not seem strange to Robert. 

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Turning toward the fly he asked, ''Have you had 
experience in this line of work?'' 

" Yes, sir ! " answered the fly. " Let me tell you what 
I did yesterday. 

" I spent the night in a garbage can that some one had 
neglected to cover. I ate breakfast from some fruit 



on a fruit stand; stopped in the gutter to get a drink 
of water; then drank some milk off the edge of a milk 
bottle which was standing in a doorway; and had 
dessert off a baby's cheek and mouth. See how experi- 
enced I am! You ought to give me the job, I think." 

"Oh, no," cried Robert making a leap toward the 
fly. "Get out of here, you dirty — " but he never 
flnished, for the leap he gave landed him down so 
heavily in bed that it woke him up. 

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ROBERTAS VISIT TO THE GARBAGE PLANT 

When Robert and his father reached home after 
their visit to the garbage disposal plant, the boy told 
his mother about what they had seen. 

''Mother, it was so interesting!"' he exclaimed. 
"The garbage was thrown on broad belts which moved 
slowly forward on very long tables. Men were seated 
on each side of the tables, and they raked the garbage 
over with little rakes." 

"I should think that would be unpleasant work," 
said his mother. 

"That is what I thought, too; but the guide who 
took us through the plant laughed when I said so. 
'The men like that work,' he said, 'because they can 
have whatever they find. Sometimes they find silver 
spoons; sometimes things of more value. One man 
last year found a diamond ring which he sold for two 
hundred dollars.' " 

"That does make it seem different, doesn't it, 
Robert?" said his mother. "But how careless some 
people must be to lose such valuable things! Where 
do the moving belts take the garbage?" 

"To great vats where steam is driven through it, 
and the grease is melted down. The grease is sold for 
making oils and soap; the other part is made into 
fertilizer, " explained Robert. 

" I am glad to know about it, for I have never given 
the matter much thought," his mother said. "I wish 
every one knew how much is done for us when we put 
the garbage can out for the collectors. " 

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THEASHANB 
THE BUBBISfi 


WHAT BRTEABFUDK 
■DKTUJY.WCnEAN, TM- 
'HEALTHFIJI PLACES OCR 
HOMES ■WOUL® BE IE IX 
' WERE Not TOR THESE 
HEtHFUL PUBUC 5EIVAWS 


THE FIRE THAT STARTED ITSELF 
I 

“Joe Lockery told us the funniest thing this after- 
noon, mother,” said Walter as he came in from school. 

“Tell me about it,” said Mrs. Homer, with interest. 

“Joe asked us if we had ever heard of a fire that 
started itself. We thought he was joking, but he 
wasn’t.” 

“A fire that started itself! Why, Walter, I can’t 
see anything funny about that!” replied Mrs. Homer. 

“Well, we thought it was funny,” declared Walter. 

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'^Wait a minute till you hear about it, rfiother. Joe 
was telling us about a fire in his father's furniture 
factory. The night watchman saw smoke coming 
out of a fourth story window. 

''The watchman rang the fire alarm and then ran 
upstairs. The varnish room was full of smoke. Flames 
were bursting out of the top of a large metal can, into 
which the workmen threw the sweepings and dirty 
rags that had been used in polishing the furniture. 
The watchman soon put the fire out with the water 
in the fire buckets. 

"When the firemen arrived, they said that the fire 
had started itself. The can had been left uncovered, 
and the rubbish and rags had caught fire from their 
own heat. I never heard of such a thing, did you?" 

"Yes, I have often heard of such things," said Mrs. 
Homer. "I am glad that nothing serious happened. 
It is very fortunate that the factory did not burn down. 
I suppose those rags were soaked with varnish and 
turpentine. I should think that the men would have 
known of the danger of their starting a fire." 

"Joe's father said that the men had orders to keep 
the can covered and to remove it from the hot room at 
night. But I don't see how oily rags could start i 
fire alone, do you, mother?" 

"They certainly could do so," Mrs. Homer replied. 
"You remember the fire in the Park Garage, don't you? " 

"I think I do. That was the fire that burned up 
so many automobiles, wasn't it?" 

"Yes; I heard afterwards that that fire was ca?ised 
in the same way. A lot of oily rags which the work- 


men had used were thrown into a corner. During the 
night when the garage was closed, they became very 
hot and burst into a flame.'' 

''Without a match or light?" exclaimed Walter. 

"Yes, without a match or a spark of light. When 
things are set on Are by the heat within themselves, it 
is said that the Are was caused by spontaneous 
combustion." 

"Oh, yes; that is the word Joe used. Then it is 
true. Lots of us boys didn't believe that such things 
could happen. " 

"They do happen and would happen very much 
oftener if the city did not have public servants who 
come to carry such dangerous things away." 

"Public servants — oh, mother, do you mean the 
ash and rubbish collectors?" 

"Yes, Walter; you know they come regularly for 
ashes and rubbish. If they did not, there would be 
many more fires, I fear." 

"I should think that if people knew of the danger 
they wouldn't keep such things." 

"What would they do with them, Walter?" 

"Why — I didn't think about that. I don't suppose 
that each family could have such things carted away 
for themselves, could they?" 

"No, it would be impossible to keep our cellars 
and yards in good order without the system that the 
city uses. How imtidy and unsafe we should all be. 
Besides the danger of spontaneous combustion, the 
rubbish would make hiding places for rats and mice, and 
would become a source of disease and uncleanliness." 

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^'Isn^t it splendid that the city attends to such 
things!'' cried Walter. ''Why, I never expected to 
say, 'Three cheers for the ash man! Three cheers for 
the rubbish collector!' " 



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QUESTIONS 

Why should ashes be kept in a metal receptacle? 

Would there be danger in mixing ashes with rubbish? Why? 

Is there any danger in allowing rubbish to accumulate? Why? 

How might it affect health? 

How often do the ash and rubbish collectors come to your 
home? 

What is done with the ashes? With the rubbish? 

What kind of wagons are used? 

Why should every family be particular to observe the city 
regulations? 

Suppose every family had to dispose of its own ashes and 
rubbish — what would they do? 

How should we treat the ash and the rubbish collectors? Why? 


^‘THE CHILDREN OF TODAY ARE THE 
PEOPLE OF TO-MORROW/^ 

With the help of all your good public servants who 
save your strength, guard your safety and save your 
time, what kind of people should you grow to be? 



PART III 


SAFETY FIRST 

"'The good citizen thinks of Safety First as a 
patriotic duty/^ 


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WHO AM I? 


I am more powerful than the combined armies of 
the world. 

I have destroyed more men than all the wars of the 
nations. 

I am more deadly than bullets and I have wrecked 
more homes than the mightiest of siege guns. 

I steal in the United States alone over $300,000,000 
each year. 

I massacre thousands upon thousands of wage-earners 
a year. 

I lurk in unseen places and do most of my work 
silently. 

You are warned against me, but you do not always 
heed. 

I am relentless. 

I am everywhere — in the house, on the streets, in 
the factory, at the railroad crossings, and on the sea. 

I bring sickness, degradation and death, yet few 
people seek to avoid me. 

I destroy, crush, or maim; I give nothing, but 
take all. 

I am your worst enemy. 

I spare no one, and I find my victims among the 
rich and poor alike, the yoimg and old, the strong and 
weak. Widows and orphans know me. 

I cast my shadow over every field of activity, from 
the turning of the grindstone to the moving of a rail- 
road train, from the rocking of a boat to the spinning 
of a top. 


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Do you know who I am? 

Are you anxious to be a friend of mine? 

You will have to think hard not to help me, for 
I am CARELESSNESS. 

It is only Thoughtfulness or Safety First that keeps 
me from doing more. 

I started the great fire that swept away the greater 
part of the city of Chicago. You see Thoughtfulness 
or Safety First wasn’t working, so I let the woman who 
was milking a cow set a lantern too near the cow’s 
heels. 

If Thoughtfulness or Safety First had been on board 
the Titanic, the Captain would have listened when the 
wireless warned him of icebergs ahead. 

I was there! You remember what happened. 

I help in every accident. If Thoughtfulness or 
Safety First were ^'on the job,” almost every accident 
would be avoided. I don’t like SAFETY FIRST. 
Do you? I wonder why? Selected, 

SAFETY FIRST 

Safety First is a policeman guarding our bodies 
from accidents. 

Do you know that the word accident grew out of 
Latin words which mean to fall? When anything 
happens suddenly and unexpectedly, we say it hap- 
pened accidentally or fell upon us. 

Safety First means preventing accidents. Almost 
all accidents happen from the carelessness of somebody. 
Safety First means Thoughtfulness. 

Safety First is your friend. 

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Soldiers and Sailors are Safety-First Men because they guard the 

SAFETY OF OUR COUNTRY. 

OUR SAFETY-FIRST MEN 

Did you ever stop to think how many brave men are 
employed to look after our safety and protect us from 
danger? 

Soldiers and sailors are safety-first men who look 
out for the safety of all the people of the nation. Can 
you tell how? 

The policemen are safety-first men, as all children 
know. Can you tell something about some safety-first 
work that they do? 

The railroad engineer thinks only of the safety of 
his passengers. He knows safety first through and 
through. 

The crossing watchman^s motto is safety first for 
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The Policeman is a Safety-First Man. Can You Tell Why? 


Why is the Fireman a Safety-First Man? 
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The Street Cleaner I3 a Safety-First Man because he protects our 

HEALTH BY KEEPING THE STREETS CLEAN 


the careless people who drive and walk across the 
tracks where he stands guard. 

The building watchman walks from room to room 
of the great store or manufacturing plant all night 
long. If fire breaks out or thieves break in, he knows 
just what to do. The track-walker is the special 
guardian of the railroad tracks. His watchword, like 
the engineer's, is safety first. 

These are only a few of the brave men who believe 
in safety first and who often risk their lives in serving 
us. Can you name others? 

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BRAVE WATCHMAN RECEIVES MEDAL 
FROM PRESIDENT WILSON 


Patrick W. Mulligan, a crossing watchman of 
Norristown, Pennsylvania, has been awarded a medal 
of honor by the President of the United States for 
risking his own life to save the life of a little child. 

With the medal of honor there came a letter from 
President Wilson to Mr. Mulligan, telling of the 
President's appreciation of his bravery. 

August 19, 1914, Mr. Mulligan was on duty at the 
Mill Street crossing in Norristown. He had lowered 
the gates for an oncoming train when a little Italian 
child, about two and a half years old, ran under the 
gates out on the tracks. 

The train was only a short distance away, but 
Mr. Mulligan jumped and caught the little one just 
in time to save her from going under the wheels. Both 
were struck by the engine. 

When the train had passed, people ran to the spot. 
They found the brave watchman unconscious from a 
deep wound in his head, and from many bruises. The 
little girl’s foot was injured, but her life was saved. 

That is why the medal and letter were sent to Mr. 
Mulligan. 

A number of such medals have been given by the 
United States Congress to persons ''who, by daring, 
endanger their own lives in saving, or endeavoring to 
save, the lives of others; or in preventing accidents 
upon any railroad.” 


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QUESTIONS 

The little girl was not very much to blame. Why? 

If you had attempted to cross and been hurt you would have 
been to blame. Why? 



STOP! LOOK! LISTEN! 

You have often seen this sign. It stands at unpro- 
tected railroad crossings to warn of danger. It says 
to everyone: Stop a moment before crossing! 

Look up and down the tracks! 

Listen for the engine! 

If these three words were heeded, very few accidents 
would happen at the crossings. 

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Think what railroad tracks are for. They are 
made for trains to run over, and not for people to walk 
on. If people remembered this and kept off the 
tracks except at crossings, many lives would be saved. 

Hard as it is to believe, it is a fact that over 5,000 
people lose their lives each year by trespassing on rail- 
road tracks. To trespass 
means to go where you 
have no right to go. 

Did you ever see 5,000 
people together at one 
time? They form a great 
crowd — a small army. 

If some terrible accident 
should happen, a great 
fire or an earthquake, 
and 5,000 people should 
all be killed at once, we 
should call it a catas- 
trophe. The country 
would be filled with 
horror, and plans would 
be taken to prevent such 
a thing from ever hap- 
pening again. 

Yet when 5,000 people are killed one at a time, no 
one seems greatly impressed. 

Don't you think that something should be done 
about it? 

Will you yourself stop, look, and listen? 



Do Not Ris lp Your Life 

by Trespassin t on the Railtp^id 

. ; More than 5000 men, women and 
children are kiil^ every year, in . 
this country, while taking “short 
cuts” over theTracks or otherwise 
trespassing on Railroad property,/ 

Don t take this chance 


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^Are these children thinking of Safety First? 

BE ON YOUR GUARD 
I 

It is said that by street accidents alone in New York 
City one person is killed every 14 hours, and one 
person is injured every 23 minutes. 

Would you give your eyes or your life for all the 
money in the world? One of your legs is worth a 
whole woodpile of crutches, isn't it? 

Two out of every three accidents can be prevented 
by Safety First; by keeping your eyes open and your 
wits about you. Prevention and foresight are Safety 
First. 


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II 

Never cross a street except at crossings. Always stop 
and look both ways. 

Never try to run or dodge if you are caught in the 
middle of a street with vehicles coming in both 
directions. Stand still so that the drivers will be 
able to go around you safely. 

Never play games in the middle of the street. Do not 
chase your ball before first seeing that no wagons 
or automobiles are coming. It is better to save 
your life than your ball. 



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Tell the story op this picture. 


Never jump on or off a moving elevator, trolley, or 
train. It is better to be a few minutes late than 
to go through life as a cripple. 

Never ride a bicycle on the left side of the street. Keep 
to the. right. Never try to dodge in front of a 

street car or an automobile, or to catch hold of 
either of them for the sake of a tow. 

Never steal rides by hanging on the back of wagons, 
trucks, automobiles, or street cars. You may 
jump or fall off directly in front of a passing 
vehicle. 


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Ill 

More children suffer from accidents than grown 
people because they are the most thoughtless. Here 
are some of the ways in which hundreds of boys and 
girls are killed or hurt every year: 

By hitching on backs of wagons or street cars; by 
roller skating in the roadway; by sliding cn push- 
mobiles in the roadway; by daring each other to 
run across the street in front of vehicles; by 
engaging in street fights; by building bonfires; by 
playing on the fire-escapes and unprotected roofs; 



Who is to blame ip these boys get hurt ? 
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What happened to the boy in this picture ? 


by riding bicycles in heavy-traffic streets; by 
climbing poles on which there are ''live wires/' 
Do not do these things. Be careful and urge your 
friends to be careful too. Help to save their lives as 
well as your own. 

QUESTIONS 

Why does your city spend great sums of money for the services 
of Safety-first men? 

Do you think it is a wise thing to do? Why? 

Name some things which might help the safety-first of your 
school. 


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A CLEAN CITY 

Some time ago little card book-marks were 
given to the school children of Dallas, Texas, by 
the Board of Health. On the cards were printed 
these words: 

Spring is here. It is time to clean up. Let us 
all help to make Dallas a more attractive and 
healthful city. 

Keep your yard, in front and rear, neat and 
clean. Ask your neighbors to do likewise. 

Plant trees, shrubs, vines and flowers. Destroy 
weeds. 

Put garbage and rubbish in covered fly-tight 
receptacles. Such refuse breeds flies and insects 
which are dangerous because they spread disease. 
Cleanliness is cheaper than sickness. 

Spare the birds. They destroy worms and 
insects, thus preserving the flowers and trees and 
helping to make the city beautiful. 


QUESTIONS 

Do you think that the doing of these things would be of help 
to the street cleaners of your own city? 

How does a clean city mean safety first? 

Name some of the things which should be done in your neigh- 
borhood. 


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FIRE-PREVENTION DAY 

Fire-Prevention Day and the Fire Drill mean Safety 
First. 

October 9th has been set aside as Fire-Prevention 
Day. 

Fire-Prevention Day is really a safety-first day. Can 
you tell why? 

Fire-Prevention Day means a cleaner city. How 
will that mean safety first to all the children? 

The fire drills in school are safety-first drills. 

One of the greatest dangers from fire is that people 
will crowd together in the doors in trying to escape 
from a burning building, and will be injured or killed. 

Many little children have lost their lives in this way. 

Children who have been accustomed to fire drills 
are not frightened when the bell rings to form in line 
for the drill; and they move onward in an orderly way 
until all are out of the building. 

If the building were on fire, there would be no 
better way of helping all the children to safety. 

In helping anyone whose clothing has caught on fire, 
smother the flames with rugs and heavy wraps. 

Remember this 


SAFETY-FIRST RULE 
If your clothing should catch on fire, do not 
run; lie down and 

Roll! Roll! Roll! 

Smother the flames! 


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Courtesy of the Farm Journal 

Stop Thief! — The Rat is a thief and an assassin who breaks 

INTO YOUR HOME AT NIGHT 

QUESTIONS 

Do you know that in some states a certain day in the year is 
set aside as Rat-Prevention Day? 

What can people do to keep rats away? 

Why is Rat-Prevention Day really a fire prevention? 

How does Rat-Prevention Day mean safety first? 

How do Fire-Prevention Day and Rat-Prevention Day help give 
us a clean city? 

Cleanup Day keeps rats and mice away. How ? 

Why are they dangerous to health ? 

Do you keep a cat or dog policeman ? 

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HOW TO FIGHT FLIES 


Sickness and death are traced directly to the fly. 
The story is disgusting, but it is true. It lies within 
your power to guard your family and yourself from 
this known carrier of disease. Will you not protect 
yourself and help in fighting this menace to health? 

First, destroy the breeding places of flies. The 
fly cannot develop from the egg, which must have 
undisturbed filth to grow in, in less than eight days; 
therefore if all filth is cleaned up or destroyed at least 
once a week, the eggs will not have time to develop 
and there will be no flies. 

Screen windows and doors. Wire screens are the best, 
but cotton mosquito net- 
ting can be used. Keep 
flies away from the sick, 
especially those ill with 
typhoid fever or con- 
siunption. Kill every fly 
that enters the sick- 
room. Kill the flies as 
fast as they appear in 
the spring. The early 
flies will multiply into 
millions in a season. 

When you see flies 
gathering on anything 
in your house or yard remove it. The most flies are 
always found wherever there is most filth and dirt. A 
bad odor will attract flies, and a clean odor, such as the 
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fragrance of flowers, will drive them away. Keep 
everything clean, and starve at least some of them to 
death. 


Dont's 

Don't tolerate flies. 

Don't allow them in your house. 

Don't allow them on your premises. 

Don't allow garbage, rubbish, or manure to collect 
on your lot or near it. 

Don't allow dirt in your house. Look in the corners, 
behind the doors and furniture, under stairs and beds. 
In brief, keep the house clean. 

Don't allow flies near food, especially milk. 

Don't buy food of any kind where flies are allowed. 

Don't buy milk where flies are on the cans or bottles. 

Don't eat where flies are found. 

Don't forget the screens. 

Don't forget to write to the Bureau of Health if 
there are any breeding places for flies in your neigh- 
borhood. 

Don't Forget — No Dirt — No Flies. 

''If you don't kill me, I may kill you," said the fly, 

QUESTIONS 

Why are flies among our worst enemies? 

How does fighting flies mean safety first? 


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HOW TO FIGHT MOSQUITOES 

If you have mosquitoes in your own home you 
may be sure that there is a mosquito breeding place 
very near you. Perhaps it is in your own house or 
yard, or at least within your own block. Such places 
are overlooked because people do not know that any 
puddle of water, no matter how small, makes a fine 
breeding place for these midget murderers. 

Mosquitoes must have still water to breed in. 
Therefore if there is no standing water there will be no 
mosquitoes. 

Any water left standing in clogged sinks, toilet 
fixtures, water pitchers in the guest room, buckets, tubs, 
aquariums without fish, or in anything which will hold 
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a few teaspoonfuls of water may be used by the mos- 
quito as the place to deposit eggs. If you are neglecting 
such things, the chances are that you are raising your 
own crop of mosquitoes. 

How TO Get Rid of Mosquitoes 

Kill every mosquito you see about your house. 
Every mosquito killed in winter or spring will lessen 
the number of mosquitoes in the summer by thousands. 
Why? 

Where it is necessary to have water standing in 
tanks, barrels, or other such vessels, keep them closely 
covered with fine wire screens, or with a piece of cheese- 
cloth. 

Where it is impossible to drain or screen, you should 
cover the surface of all standing water with a film of 
kerosene oil. By putting oil on the water you cut off 
the air supply of the '^wrigglers'' and "tumblers." 
After leaving the eggs the young mosquitoes must have 
air in order to live. A film of oil prevents them from 
getting the air, and they choke to death. 

Two tablespoonfuls of oil are sufficient to cover 
fifteen square feet of water. Fresh oil should be put 
on the water once a week during the summer season. 

Remember 

No Standing Water — No Breeding Places; 

No Breeding Places — No Mosquitoes. 


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HOW TO MAKE A MOSQUITO TRAP 



Mosquitoes generally settle on the ceiling 
above reach. If one climbs up and kills 
them it soils the paper or plaster. A simple 
trap can be made with which you can destroy 
them without defacing the ceiling. 

Materials needed: the shallow cover of a 
tin can about five inches in diameter. A 
broomstick about four feet long. 

Nail the cover through the center to the 
broomstick. 

To use: Pour a little kerosene oil into the 
cover. Raise it gently under the mosquito 
and press it against the ceiling. 

The mosquito will try to fly away and will 
fall into the oil. The kerosene fumes will fill 
its ''breathers/' and it will be suffocated. 


QUESTIONS 

Mosquito How does the fighting of mosquitoes and fiies help 
Trap make a clean city? 

How does it mean safety-first? 

Do you think that all good citizens should take part in such 
fighting? WTiy? 

Why would you prefer to live in a city which does such fighting 
than in one which pays no heed to flies and mosquitoes? 

Should everyone value the good health of everyone else? Why? 


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The Good American 
Tries to Gain and 
to Keep Perfect 
Health 

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Courtesy F. A. Owen Publishing Co 


QUESTIONS 

Why is good health your most valuable possession? 

Why is your good health valuable to your country? 

How does your caring for your health show your love for your 
flag? 

Why does the good American try to gain and keep perfect 
health? 

Name some of the things which you should do every day in 
order to keep well. 


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PART IV 

THE AMERICAN RED CROSS 

Junior Membership and School Activities 
Patriotic Service 


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THE JUNIOR RED CROSS 


In September, 1917, President Wilson sent out a 
letter from the White House in Washington to the 
school children of the United 
States. He called this letter a 
proclamation. To proclaim any- 
thing is to tell it to everybody. 

So in this proclamation. Presi- 
dent Wilson told the children that 
he was also president of the Amer- 
ican Red Cross, and that he would 
like to have them all join the Red 
Cross as Junior Members and help 
in the work. 

This letter meant that the 
twenty-two million school children of the United States 
would not have to wait to grow up before doing actual 
Red Cross work, but would be able to begin right away 
to take their part as young citizens. If a story were 
widtten telling of the services of the children during the 
war, it would fill a book larger than the biggest dic- 
tionary. Two years later, the president sent out a new 
proclamation, urging the children to continue the work 
of the Junior Red Cross. 



A PROCLAMATION 
To the School Children of the United States: 

Two years ago, as President of the United States and as President of 
the American Red Cross, I addressed to you a letter in which I advised 
you to enroll in the newly organized Junior Red Cross, and I explained to 
you some of the ways in which the Junior Red Cross would help you 
to be useful to your country and to the children of those countries 
which were associated ^with us in a great war against a powerful enemy. 
Millions of you did join the Junior Red Cross and worked hard, and 
what you did is warmly appreciated by the whole country. 

Now, by the blessings of God and through the faithful performance 
of duty by our soldiers and sailors and the soldiers and sailors of the 
countries by whose side we fought, a great victory has been won and 
the war is over, but I am sure that you wish to continue to be useful 
to your country and to children less fortunate than yourselves. There- 
fore, I am writing to you at the opening of the new school year to advise 
you again to join the Junior Red Cross, which has planned a Work for 
peace times even larger and more systematic than the work done 
during the war. 

The Junior Red Cross will instruct you in ideals and habits of service, 
will show you how to be useful to your school, how to aid the older 
people in your community in their efforts to promote the health and 
comfort of the people among whom you live, and how to help children 
who are still suffering from the effects of the great war in foreign lands 
invaded by the enemy. 

The recent war was the greatest of all wars, not only because more 
men and nations were engaged in it than in any other war of history, 
but also because, as a result of it, people have seen a vision of a different 
kind of world from the world of the past, a world in which nations shall 
unite for purposes of peace and good will as they formerly united only 
for war against an armed foe. In working for the children of other 
nations you will come to understand them better and they will under- 
stand and appreciate you more. 

Your education will not be complete unless you learn how to be good 
citizens, and the Junior Red Cross plans to teach you simple lessons of 
citizenship through its organization and its activities. It is your gener- 
ation which must carry on the work of our generation at home and 
abroad and you cannot begin too soon to train your minds and habits 
for this responsibility. By doing what you can to make happier the 
people of your own neighborhood, your state, your country, and also 
the people of other lands, you will make yourselves happier. 

(Signed) Woodrow Wilson, 

President. 

September, 1919. 



WHAT THE CHILDREN DID 

You know what they did. 

They helped in the great work that the Red Cross 
was doing in the World War. 

They made bandages and splints and clothing for 
the wounded soldiers and sailors. 

The girls knitted sweaters and mufflers and mittens 
to keep them warm. 

The boys made stretcher poles, knitting needles, 
packing cases, and many, many other useful articles 
in their manual training classes. 

All the children stopped wasting food. 

Many gave up some foods, of which they were very 
fond, in order to save them for the army. 

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Indeed, one could talk all day about what the 
children did. 

They helped by sending to the Red Cross what they 
made and what they saved, to be used in the work of 
the Red Cross. 

THE RED CROSS IN WAR 

This work is: 

First. — To care for and nurse the wounded among 
our own soldiers and sailors, and even the wounded of 
the enemy who fall into the hands of the Red Cross. 

Second. — To care for the families of the soldiers and 
sailors who have given their services to their country. 

THE RED CROSS IN PEACE 

But happily wars do not last all the time. 

Some day we hope wars will be done away with, but 
we cannot expect wars to cease while kings and their 
friends make the laws for the people. 

When the people make their own laws, wars will 
cease because the people know best what is good for all. 

What golden deeds then does Red Cross do in times 
of peace? 

Always, in times of war or in times of peace, the 
work of the Red Cross is helping people who are 
suffering. 

How do people suffer in times of peace? 

Perhaps from disease. In many cities Red Cross 
nurses go about from home to home taking care of sick 
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people, showing mothers how to take care of babies, 
and helping in every way they can. 

Perhaps floods or fires come, bringing suffering. The 



The San Francisco Earthquake and the 
Refugees in Tents. 


Red Cross is the first to send out help to the sufferers. 

Can you tell about what happens during a flood? 
What work can the Red Cross do? 

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How does the Red Cross help the people whose homes 
have been destroyed by fire? Can you tell about the 
San Francisco earthquake in 1906? 



The Explosion at Halifax in 1917. 


Who were the first to send doctors and nurses, and 
medicine and food to the suffering people of Halifax? 

Yes, the Red Cross. I think if the great Red Cross 
could be made into one picture it would be a picture 
of the good neighbor. The good neighbor takes 
what is needed to a neighbor who is hurt, or sick, or 
in need, and stays to do what can be done for the 
sufferer. Is that the kind of a picture you have in 
your mind of the Red Cross? 

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THE GOOD NEIGHBOR 
Now, just imagine a city made up entirely of people 
who are good neighbors. What kind of a place would 
it be? Wouldn't you like to live in such a city? 

Such people would show by their deeds that they 
loved their country, wouldn't they? How can we show 
that we love our country? 

When we say we love our country, we do not mean 
only the land on which we live. We mean the people 
who live on the land, and the land on which the people 
live. The people and the land make up ''our country." 

America! America! 

God shed his grace on thee, 

And crown thy good with brotherhood 
From sea to shining sea! 

— K<xtherine Lee Bates. 


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OUR TWO FLAGS 



For Humanity For God and Country 

What does Humanity mean? 

Do you have two flags? 

Do you wear the Red Cross button? 

Do you ask your friends to join the Red Cross? 

Has your school an American Red Cross Auxiliary 
banner? 

THE RED CROSS FLAG 

When we say we love our American flag, we mean 
that we love what our flag stands for. We mean that 
we love our people and the land on which we live. 

But there is a flag which means that we love all 
people who need us as good neighbors, no matter where 
they live, no matter who they are. 

May that flag some day fly in every country of the 
world to show that all boys and girls have learned to be 
Good Neighbors. 

The Red Cross flag is the second flag of American 
citizens. Do you know how many members the 
American Red Cross would have, if every American 
citizen were a member? 

One of the best ways to show how much you love 
• your country's flag is to enlist in the services of your 
country under the Red Cross flag. 

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Of course you are wondering how we came to have a 
second flag, and how our American Red Cross came 
to be. 

Before you can learn about that, you must find out 
how the Red Cross first came to be. You must think 
about two people. One is Florence Nightingale; the 
other, Henri Dunant. 

FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE 

You have heard about the little English girl, named 
Florence Nightingale, who loved to play she was a 
nurse. 

You remember that when she grew up she went in 
a ship all the way to the Crimean peninsula to nurse 
the soldiers during the dreadful war between England 
and Russia in 1854. 

You remember, too, that when she wanted to go, 
the men in charge of the army told her that it was a 
foolish idea. 

They said that no one had ever heard of such a thing 
— that women would not be able to do any good in 
such a dreadful place. 

But Florence Nightingale was not the kind of person 
to be discouraged by such talk. 

She managed to go; and she did so much for the 
wounded and sick soldiers that they called her the 

Angel of Mercy.'' 

Do you remember that the very men who had dis- 
couraged her found out that the work she and her 
nurse friends did was the most wonderful help they 
ever had? 


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HENRI DUNANT 

When Florence Nightingale was eight years old, a 
little boy was bom in Geneva, Switzerland. 

His name was Henri Du-nant. 

Little Henri grew up like other boys; he was full of 
sport, but he was always sorry for any creature which 
suffered. 

After he grew to be a man, he was made very sad 
because of the sufferings of wounded soldiers. He 
knew the story of Florence Nightingale, and often 
wondered if something could not be done to help all 
soldiers. 

After seeing a terrible battle in which nearly forty 
thousand men were killed and wounded, he wrote a 
story about it. In the story he asked the question, 
'^Why couldn't people of all countries make plans to 
care for the sick and wounded during wars?" 

And from his thought came the great Red Cross work. 

That work began before there was an American 
Red Cross. 

Now we are ready to find out about our own 
Red Cross. 

CLARA BARTON 

It makes you glad to think how proud the English 
people must have been of Florence Nightingale, 
doesn't it? 

You will be very happy to know that an American 
woman did just the same kind of work for American 
soldiers as Florence Nightingale did for English 
soldiers. Her name was Clara Barton. 

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1. The Christmas Baby 

Clara Barton was a Christmas baby. 

The Barton family lived in a farmhouse on a hill 
near Oxford, Massachusetts. 

There were four other children, two boys and two girls. 

On Christmas morning of 1821, the four children 
woke to find a lovely Christmas present — a baby sister 
whom they loved from the minute they saw her. This 
was Clara Barton. 

Little Clara grew up very happily. In winter she 
loved to coast on the snowy hills and to skate on the 
ice-ponds, and to take the long walk to and from the 
country school house. 

In summer she played in the green fields and 
waded in the cool 
brooks. 

She and her 
brother David 
used to do many 
daring, dangerous 
things. 

They would ride 
upon the bare 
backs of unbroken 
colts. They would 
climb high places. 

II. The Little Nurse 

One day David climbed high into the peak of the roof 
of the barn. Suddenly a board gave way and David fell. 

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He was dreadfully hurt. 

Although Clara was only eleven years old when this 
happened, she would not let any on^e but herself nurse 
David. For two years she took care of him. 

''You will get sick yourself her mother told her, 
but Clara said that she could not leave her brother. 

"I would rather nurse sick people than play,'" she 
said. 

It was because of her tender care that David got well. 

"Clara is a born nurse, he 
would say. "She knows just the 
right things to do.'' 

III. Clara Grows Up 

You would think that when she 
grew up, Clara would have studied 
to be a trained nurse, wouldn't you? 

If there had been trained nurses 
in that day no doubt she would 
have done so, but there were none. 

Instead, she became a school 
teacher. 

When she was only sixteen, she began to teach in a 
little district school near her home in Oxford, Mas- 
sachusetts. 

Afterward she taught the first public free school in 
New Jersey. 

She worked so hard in her teaching that her strength 
gave out, and she decided to do some other kind of 
work. 

You see, she could not bear to be idle. 

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Clara Barton 


So she went to Washington. 

As you know, Washington is the capital of the 
United States. 

Most of the business of our national government 
is attended to in this city. 

Soon after Clara Barton went there she was asked 
to take charge of the Pension Office of the govern- 
ment. 

She was asked to do this because she could be trusted 
to do her duty. 


IV. The Civil War 

When she had been in Washington about three 
years, the terrible Civil War broke out. 

You remember what the quarrel was about, don’t 
you? 

There were fierce battles, after which wounded 
soldiers lay on the battlefields without help. 

The thought of their sufferings touched Miss Barton’s 
tender heart. 

^^Oh, if I could only go nurse them!” she thought. 
She knew that many other kind women were having the 
same thoughts. 

''I will go!” she finally decided. 

At first the men in charge of the army did not want 
her to go, and said that such work was too hard for 
women. 

But Clara Barton, like Florence Nightingale, was 
not the kind of person to be discouraged by such talk. 

She managed to go. 


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And the very men who had discouraged her found 
out that the work she did was the most wonderful 
kind of help. 

V. The Army Nurse 

I wish I could tell you about the noble deeds she did, 
but this book would not hold all the stories. 

She carried food and medicine to the soldiers. 

She bound up their wounds and put on their 
bandages. 

Sometimes as she was dressing the wounds of a 
soldier in the open field a bullet would come whizzing 
by. 

Once one passed between her arm and her body. 

She wrote letters for the men to their families, that 
their loved ones might know where they were. 

In the cold winter weather, in the heat of summer, 
she did everything she could for the wounded and 
sick soldiers. 

You do not wonder that they called her "'The Angel 
of the Battlefield,'' do you? 

After the war was over she was so tired and worn 
out that the doctors said she would have to take a 
long rest. So she went across the ocean to Switzer- 
land. 

VI. Miss Barton Hears of the Red Cross 

The story of Miss Barton's great work had reached 
Switzerland before she left home. 

While she was there in Geneva some gentlemen who 
had heard the story went to call upon her. 

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They talked with her about Henri Dunant and 
Florence Nightingale and about the relief work done 
in our own Civil War. 

They told her that they had formed a society called 
the Red Cross. The work of the people of the Red 
Cross was to care for the. wounded soldiers. 

They said that the people of the Red Cross wore a 
certain badge, a red cross on a white ground. On 
the battlefield persons wearing this badge were allowed 
to give help to the wounded soldiers. 

They said that twenty-two different countries in 
Europe had joined in this work, and they asked Miss 
Barton if she would try to get the United States to 
form a Red Cross Society in America. 

Miss Barton was very thankful to learn about the 
Red Cross and promised to do all that she could, for 
she could understand better than many other people 
how great a good coWd come from such work. 

VII. The American Red Cross 

When Miss Barton returned from Europe she kept 
her promise and tried to interest the American 
people in the Red Cross. But many years of weary 
waiting and hard trying passed before anything was 
done. 

At last, in 1882, President Arthur signed the Red 
Cross Treaty and enrolled the United States with the 
other nations under the Red Cross banner. 

This is the story of how the American Red Cross 
came to be. 


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WHEN THERE WAS NO RED CROSS 

In the year 1859 a wounded soldier lay upon a 
European battlefield. The battle was over and night 
was coming on. Only the dead and dying were left 
on the field. 

'"Water! Water!'' the soldier moaned, but no one 
heard him. 

His severe wound brought on a high fever and his 
lips became parched with thirst. 

"Water! Water!" he cried again. "If I only had a 
drink of water!" 

Then he heard a sound as if some one was creeping 
towards him. 

Opening his eyes, he saw in the falling darkness 
another wounded soldier lying by his side. 

This soldier reached over and held his water bottle 
to the feverish lips of his suffering comrade. 

Eagerly he drank and then asked, "Have you enough 
for us both?" 

"Yes, yes, drink!" was the answer. "You need it 
more than I!" 

Again he drank and then fell back exhausted. 

"I wonder if they will find us?" the second man 
said, and he too fell back exhausted with the effort he 
had made. 

All that night they lay there, and all the next day; 
but no relief came. As the weary hours dragged by 
they tried to help each other; but it was little they 
could do, except to lie there and suffer. 

The second night the severely wounded man died, and 
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the one who had brought him water was left 
alone. 

In the morning a kind farmer, who had been search- 
ing for the wounded, found him and carried him to his 
home. The farmer’s wife bound up his wounds with 
clean bandages and nursed him until the army surgeon 
arrived. 

If help had been at hand, the lives of thousands of 
heroes who lay on that great battlefield would have 
been saved. But there were no plans of rescue and no 
care for the wounded such as we have to-day; there 
was no Red Cross. 

WHEN THE RED CROSS CAME 

In 1918 an American soldier was wounded in the 
Great War. As soon as he was able, he opened his 
first-aid kit and poured iodine into his wound. 

'^Oh, how I wish I had a drink of water,” he moaned. 
He lifted his canteen to his lips, but it was empty. 

He lay back and closed his eyes. Quite soon he was 
roused by the touch of something cold and soft against 
his face. 

He knew what it was. 

Yes, it was a Red Cross army dog, which had been 
sent out to search for the wounded. 

To the dog’s neck was tied a canteen full of water, 
and from his collar hung a short strap. 

While the soldier loosened the bottle the dog stood 
still. Then he grasped the end of the strap in his 
mouth and speede4 away. 

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Like all Red Cross dogs, he had been taught to 
seize the strap in his mouth whenever he found a 
wounded man, and to return home with the news. 

When the Red Cross workers saw him coming with 
the strap held in this way, they knew that a man lay 
out on the battlefield in need of help. 

It was not long before the brave dog was again 
standing by the side of the wounded soldier, this 
time with the helpers he had led to the spot. 

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With gentle hands two Red Cross orderlies lifted the 
rescued man into the Red Cross ambulance which was 
waiting near by. 

Very soon he found himself in a clean hospital bed 
with an army surgeon using all his knowledge and skill 
in dressing his wounds. 

When his wounds were dressed, he looked up to see 
a quiet, cheerful Red Cross nurse standing by his bed- 
side with a bowl of warm broth for him to drink. 

His life had been saved by the Red Cross. 

QUESTIONS 

Which soldier would you rather have been? 

Who was to thank for the comforts of the second soldier? 

Do you not think that every child in the United States should 
belong to the Red Cross? 

What kind of men and women will they grow to be if they try 
to do the kind things that the Red Cross does? 

What kind of a country wiU they have? Why? 

How can they help do away with wars? 

What does this mean — ^^Boys and girls, you are the hope of 
the world”? 


THE RED CROSS 

Wherever war with its red woes. 
Or flood, or Are, or famine goes, 
There, too, go I; 

If earth in any quarter quakes, 
Or pestilence its ravage makes. 
Thither I fly. 


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— John H. FinUy, 



Sonny 


HOW MAPLEWOOD WON SONNY 

Sonny, a big, gentle, and affectionate dog was offered 
as a prize to the members of the Junior Red Cross by 
one of the large woman's magazines of this country. 
Sonny was to be given to the school children who sent 
in the best account of the work they had done during 
the first year of the life of the Junior Red Cross. 

The prize dog was sent to the children of Maplewood 
School, Maplewood, New Jersey, in time to march in 
their Fourth-of-July parade, and he and the children 
were very, very proud of themselves and of each other. 
Everybody cheered them and they had a delightful time. 

The Maplewood children decided to send the prize 
dog to serve in the trenches during the World War. 
As he was a real police dog, with plenty of courage, 
this just suited Sonny. 

Here is a part of the prize essay: 

‘'We have had a most interesting year of Red Cross 
work in the Maplewood Grammar School, and we 
believe that the results have been worth while. 


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^'Our work as a Junior Red Cross unit began twenty- 
four hours after President Wilson had issued his 
proclamation. 

'"In that short time, every child in the school of five 
hundred and ten pupils had been enlisted in the Junior 
Red Cross army, dues of one hundred and fifty dol- 
lars had been paid, and our officers had been elected. 

"We have given our school sewing-periods to the 
making of games, and posters for Victory Gardens and 
War Savings Stamps campaigns. On Wednesday 
afternoons, the whole school is dismissed at two-thirty, 
and we all do Red Cross work until five o^clock. In 
addition, we take home extra work and return it com- 
pleted. As the result of our efforts, we have made 
14,975 articles. All of the articles have been made 
since we became part of the National Junior Red 
Cross army. We were notified that many of our first 
articles had been sent to other units to be used as 
models. 

"This is a record of what we have done for the Junior 
Red Cross. It is only a little compared with what the 
Junior Red Cross has done for us in teaching us perse- 
verance, thrift and thoughtfulness, and in giving us a 
fine chance to prove ourselves patriotic.’’ 

— From the Delineator 

THE JUNIOR RED CROSS’ FIRST BIRTHDAY 

When the Junior Red Cross was one year old, 
8,000,000 children had become members. 

50,000 refugee garments had been made by the 
members in the first six months of its existence. 

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3,004 pieces of furniture had been made by school 
children for Red Cross convalescent houses. 

A fund of more than $10,000,000 had been raised 
by the Junior Red Cross before its first birthday. 

Crop harvesting, berry picking, and gardening 
are some of the ways in which the 8,000,000 members 
saved money and made money for their country — for 
their United States. 

HOW TO MAKE A RED CROSS EMBLEM 

The cutting of a Red Cross emblem with one stroke 
of the scissors is a thing quite easy to master. Fold 
over a piece of paper six inches square until the lower 
left-hand comer meets the upper right-hand comer, 
and the paper forms a triangle measuring 8x6x6 



Red Cross Emblem 

inches. With the longest side toward you, fold the 
lower right-hand point until it rests on the lower left- 
hand point, making a triangle 6 x 4^ x 4^ inches. 
Repeat the process, making a triangle 4| x 3 x 3 inches. 
From the point marked A in the illustration meas- 
ure one inch toward B. From this point draw a line 
parallel with the fold marked A — C. Using a pair of 

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» 

sharp scissors, cut along this line, unfold the paper 
and you will have a perfect cross. For emblems 
varying in size merely increase or decrease the measure- 
ments. 

I KNEW YOU^D COME 

In a certain company fighting in the World War 
were two brothers, one a captain and one a private. 

As their company stormed the ragged top of the 
mountain opposite where they were stationed, the 
young captain was mortally wounded. Covered with 
blood and terribly hxirt he dragged himself to the 
shelter of a shell crater where he lay protected under 
heavy machine gun fire. His company was forced to 
retire to a shelter a few hundred yards back where the 
lines were re-formed and they were waiting orders. 

Saluting his commanding ofiicer, the young private 
requested the privilege of going back for the body 
of his wounded brother. The officer objected. Would 
it be wise to risk a life in the face of such a rain of fire? 
The captain was mortally wounded and probably dead. 

Finally he gave his consent and the lad crawled 
out to the shell crater on his hands and knees. Ten- 
derly raising the body of his captain brother he started 
to crawl back towards his company lines. As he 
reached their shelter the life of his brother passed out 
and he laid the body tenderly upon the ground. 

The commanding officer came to him and as the 
private saluted, Well,'^ said the officer, ''your brother 
is dead. Your trip was useless. Was it worth while 
for you to run such a risk?'' 

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The young soldier replied as he smiled into the face 
of the superior officer, Yes, sir; it was worth the risk. 
As I crawled down over the top of that shell crater and 
looked into the pale face of my brother, his eyes were 
closed and I knew he was going to die. When I 
touched him he roused and slowly opened his eyes. 
He recognized me and said, H knew youM come, 
Tom. Oh, I knew you would come.’ All the risk I ran 
was paid for, because he believed in me — and I am glad, 
sir, that T was able to prove myself, in that moment, 
worthy of that belief.” 

— Adapted from ^'Association Men." 

QUESTIONS 

Aren’t you glad that you can help the Red Cross to help brave 
men like these ? 

How did they show their love for their country’s flag ? 

THE DEBT 

Here are my lands! 

They are my country’s, too. 

For her fields were won by valiant men. 

And all they yield is hers to take again. 

I 

Here are my hands! 

They are my country’s, too. 

Ungrudged, unweighed, their works and gains belong 
To her who lent them skill, who made them strong. 

Here is my life! 

It is my country’s, too — 

A life to live for her who made me free, 

A life to give for her, if need shall be. 

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— Selected. 



PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE TO OUR FLAG 

I pledge allegiance to my Flag, and to the Republic 
for which it stands — one Nation indivisible, with 
Liberty and Justice for all. 


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TO THE FLAG 


Here’s to the flag! How we love every thread of it! 

Love every stitch from the foot to the head of it, 

Loving the blue and the white and the red of it, 
Floating so free! 

Well may the traitor and spy have a dread of it. 
Guardian of you and of me. 

Here’s to the flag! How we thrill at the sight of it! 

Thrill at the color, the glory, the might of it, 

Thrill at the red and the blue and the white of it. 

Flag of the free! 

Resting our cause in the justice and right of it. 

Flying for you and for me, 

Here’s to the flag! How we gaze at the hue of it! 

Glowing with pride at the incidents true of it. 

Proud of the red and the white and the blue of it. 
Floating o’er land and o’er sea! 

Let our thoughts ever be worthy and true of it. 
Floating for you and for me. 

Here’s to the flag! How we reverence the whole of it! 

Red stripes and white stripes, stars, field and pole of it. 

Liberty, freedom, the ultimate goal of it. 

Flag of the free! 

Loyal we’ll be to the heart and the soul of it. 

Flag dear to you and to me. 

-Edward B. Seymour, 


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THE AMERICAN FLAG 

The American Flag is a symbol of the brotherhood 
of man; it stands for courage, for chivalry, for gener- 
osity and for honor. 

To bear the "'Star Spangled Banner'' is an honor; 
to own one is a sacred trust, for it is the emblem of 
freedom, equality and justice for all. 

The flag should not be hoisted before sunrise, nor 
allowed to remain up after sunset. When being raised 
or lowered, it should not be allowed to touch the 
ground. 

When the national colors are passing on parade or 
in review, and when they are being lowered at sunset, 
and the "Star Spangled Banner" is being played, 
spectators should, if walking, halt, and if sitting, rise 
and stand at attention with hats off. 

When the flag is used as a banner, that is, suspended 
across a street, the union, or fleld, should fly to the 
north in streets running east and west, and to the east 
in streets running north and south. 

When the flag is hung against a wall or in decora- 
tion, so it can be viewed from one side only, the blue 
fleld should be at the upper right corner as one faces 
it. When hung horizontally, the fleld should be at the 
upper left corner. 

When a flag is displayed on a rope, the fleld should 
be away from' the residence of the one displaying the 
flag, in the same position as it would be if attached to 
the staff. 

The flag at half staff is a sign of mourning. In 
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placing the flag at half staff, it first should be hoisted 
to the top of the staff and then lowered to position; 
and preliminary to lowering from half staff, it should 
be raised to the top. On Memorial Day, May 80, it 
should fly at half staff until noon and at top of staff 
from noon vmtil sunset. 


PLAIN BUTTONS 


Edward Everett Hale’s Story, “The 
Man Without A Country retold by 
Edna S. Knapp. 


I 


Once there was a man, an officer in the American 
army, who said something dreadful, when he was 
only a mere boy; he cursed his native country! He 
pretended for a while that he did not care when he 
was punished, but in the end he was very, very sorry. 
Because he wore his uniform without the official but- 
tons, the sailors on the ships where he spent his life 
called him 'Tlain Buttons/' 

His name was Philip Nolan. He had been brought 
up on a southern plantation where the most welcome 
guests were Spanish or French officers. He spent half 
his time with an older brother hunting horses in 
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Texas. The ''United States'' meant almost nothing 
to him. 

Still, when he grew up he became an officer in the 
army of the "United States; he swore, on his faith 
as a Christian, to be true to the "United States." 
Nolan was a lieutenant in the "Legion of the West," 
as our western army was called in those early days, 
one hundred years ago. 

At that time the Mississippi valley was the "far 
West" to most people, and seemed a very distant land 
indeed. We had a number of forts along the river 
bank and Nolan was stationed in one of these. Nolan’s 
idol was the brilliant and dashing Aaron Burr, who 
visited the fort several times between 1805 and 1807. 
He paid some attention to Nolan and obtained a very 
strong influence over him. 

Burr got into trouble and some of his friends were 
tried for treason, Nolan among them. It was very 
plain that Nolan would do anything Burr told him; 
that he would obey Burr far quicker than his country, 
in spite of his oath. 

So when the President of the court asked Nolan, 
at the close of the trial, whether he wished to say 
anything to show that he had always been faithful to 
the United States, he cried out in a fit of frenzy, 
"Curse the United States! I wish I may never hear 
of the United States again!" 

Colonel Morgan, who was holding the court, turned 
white as a sheet. Half the officers who sat in it had 
served through the Revolutionary War and had risked 
their lives, not to say their necks, cheerfully and 
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loyally for the country which Nolan so lightly cursed 
in his madness. Colonel Morgan, terribly shocked, 
called the court into his private room and returned in 
fifteen minutes to say: 

''Prisoner, hear the sentence of the Court! The 
Court decides, subject to the approval of the Presi- 
dent, that you never hear the name of the United 
States again.’' 

Nolan laughed, but the whole room was hushed 
dead as night for a minute. Then Colonel Morgan 
added, "Mr. Marshal, take the prisoner to Orleans in 
an armed boat and deliver him to the naval com- 
mander there. Request him to order that no one 
shall mention the United States to the prisoner while 
he is on board ship.” 


II 

Colonel Morgan himself went to Washington and 
President Jefferson approved the sentence, so a plan 
was formed to keep Nolan constantly at sea. Our 
navy took few long cruises then, but one ship could 
carry the prisoner as far away as it was going, then 
transfer him to another vessel before it sailed for 
home. 

Nolan wore his uniform, but with plain buttons. 
He always had a sentry before his door, but the men 
were as good to him as his sentence permitted. No 
mess wanted to have him with them too steadily 
because they could never talk about home matters 
when he was present, — more than half the talk men 
liked to have at sea. They took turns inviting him to 
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dinner, and the captain always asked him on Mondays. 
He could have any books or papers not printed in 
America. Newspapers having any mention of America 
had to be gone over, and the allusions cut out. He 
used to join the men as they were reading on deck 
and take his turn in reading aloud. Once, when they 
were cruising around the Cape of Good Hope, some- 
body got hold of Scott's '"Lay of the Last Minstrel," 
which was then new and famous. Nolan was reading 
when he came to this passage: 

'' Breathes there the man with soul so dead 
Who never to himself hath said, 

This is my own, my native land? 

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned. 

As home his footsteps he hath turned 
From wandering on a foreign strand? 

If such there breathe, go, mark him well; 

For him no minstrel raptures swell; 

High though his titles, proud his name. 
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — 
Despite those titles, power and pelf. 

The wretch, concentred all in self" — 

Here the poor fellow choked, and could not go on, 
but started up and flung the book into the sea and 
fled to his stateroom. It was two months before he 
dared join the men again. 

There was a change in Nolan after this. He never 
read aloud from anything unless he was sure of it, like 
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the Bible or Shakespeare. He was always shy after- 
wards, and looked like a heart-wounded man. 

Sometimes he tried to trap people into mentioning 
his country, but he never succeeded; his sentence was 
too well known among the men who had him in charge. 
I think there was only one day that he was really 
happy except when he knew his lonely life was closing. 
Once, during the war of 1812 , the ship on which he 
was staying had a fight with an English frigate. A 
round shot entered a port and killed the officer of the 
gun and many of the gun^s crew. The surgeon's 
people carried off the wounded and then Nolan ap- 
peared in his shirt-sleeves with a rammer in his hand 
and took command. He finished loading the gun with 
his own hands, aimed it and bade the men fire. There 
he stayed until the enemy struck, getting that gun 
loaded and fired twice as often as any other gun on 
the ship. The old Commodore thanked Nolan publicly, 
gave him his own sword, and mentioned him in the 
dispatches. 


Ill 

At another time Nolan went with a yotmg officer 
named Vaughan to overhaul a dirty little schooner 
which had slaves on board. Nolan was the only one 
who could speak Portuguese, the language used by 
the slavers. There were but few of the negroes. 
Vaughan had their hand-cuffs and ankle-cuffs knocked 
off and put these on the rascals of the schooner's 
crew. Then Nolan told the blacks that they were free 
and that Vaughan would take them to Cape Palmas. 

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Now, Cape Palmas was a long way from their 
native land, and they said, ''Not Palmas. Take us 
home, take us to our own country, take us to our own 
pickaninnies and our own women.’' One complained 
that he had not heard from home for more than six 
months. It was terribly hard for Nolan, but he 
translated these speeches, and told the negroes 
Vaughan’s answer in some fashion. 

As they were rowing back he said to a young mid- 
shipman of whom he was fond, "Youngster, let that 
show you what it is to be without a family, without a 
home, and without a country. And if you are ever 
tempted to say a word or do a thing that shall put a 
bar between you and your family, your home and 
your country, pray God in His mercy to take you that 
instant home to His own heaven. 

"And for your country, boy, and for that flag, 
never dream a dream but of serving her as she bids 
you, though the service carry you through a thousand 
hells. No matter what happens to you, no matter 
who flatters you or who abuses you, never look at 
another flag, never let a night pass but you pray God 
to bless that flag. Remember, boy, that behind all 
these men you have to do with, behind officers, and 
government, and people even, there is the Country 
Herself, your Country, and that you belong to Her as 
you belong to your own mother.” 

And then Nolan added, almost in a whisper, "Oh, 
if anybody had said so to me when I was of your age!” 

Years passed on, and Nolan’s sentence was unre- 
voked, though his friends had once asked for a pardon. 


The end came when he had been nearly fifty years 
at sea, and he asked the ship’s doctor for a visit 
from another midshipman, Danforth, whom he liked. 
Danforth tells us about Nolan’s last hours and calls 
him ^^dear old Nolan,” so we know his love was re- 
turned. 

The boy saw what a little shrine poor Nolan had 
made of his stateroom. Up above were the stars and 
stripes, and around a portrait of Washington he had 
painted a majestic eagle with lightnings blazing from 
his beak, and his foot just clasping the whole globe. 
Nolan said, with a sad smile, ''Here, you see, I have a 
country.” Over the foot of the bed was a great map 
of the United States, drawn from memory. Queer 
old names were on it, names such as he had learned, 
like "Indian Territory” and "Louisiana Territory.” 

"Danforth,” he said, "I know I am dying. I am 
sure that you know that there is not in America, — 
God bless her! — a more loyal man than I. There 
cannot be a man who loves the old flag as I do, or 
hopes for it as I do. Tell me something, — tell me 
everything before I die!” 

Then the young midshipman redrew the map and 
tried to tell all that had happened to our great and 
growing country in fifty years. Only he could not 
wound his friend by mentioning the Civil War. 

Nolan drank it all in and enjoyed it more than we 
can tell. After that he seemed to grow weary and 
asked for his Bible, telling Danforth to look in it 
after he was gone. This is the text he had marked: 
"They desire a country, even a heavenly: wherefore 
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God is not ashamed to be called their God: for He 
hath prepared for them a city/' 

On a slip of paper he had written, '^Bury me in the 
sea; it has been my home, and I love it. But will 
not some one set up a stone for my memory at Fort 
Adams or at Orleans, that my disgrace may not be 
more than I ought to bear? Say on it: 

In Memory of 
PHILIP NOLAN, 

Lieutenant in the Army of the United States 

"'He loved his country as no other man has loved 
her; but no man deserved less at her hands." 

AMERICA, MY HOMELAND 
There's no place like my homeland, 

Dear land of liberty. 

Where all mankind are equal, 

And all the people free. 

I can see a glorious future 
For which my land awaits, 

A future filled with triumph 
For my own United States. 

America, my homeland! 

What glorious future thine. 

When all the peoples of the earth 
For freedom shall combine; 

WHien liberty and justice 
Shall rule within their gates. 

As here within my homeland. 

My own United States. 

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COLUMBUS 


Behind him lay the gray Azores, 

Behind, the Gates of Hercules; 

Before him not the ghost of shores, 

Before him only shoreless seas. 

The good mate said: '"Now must we pray. 
For lo! the very stars are gone; 

Brave Admiral, speak; what shall I say?^' 
'"Why, say, 'Sail on! sail on! and on!' " 


"My men grow mutinous day by day: 

My men grow ghastly wan and weak." 
The stout mate thought of home; a spray 
Of salt wave wash'd his swarthy cheek. 
"What shall I say, brave Admiral, say, 

If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" 
"Why, you shall say, at break of day, 
'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!' " 


They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow. 
Until at last the blanched mate said: 
"Why, now not even God would know 
Should I and all my men fall dead. 

These very winds forget their way. 

For God from these dread seas is gone. 

Now speak, brave Admiral; speak, and say — 
He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!" 


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They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the mate: 

''This mad sea shows his teeth to-night. 

He curls his lip, he lies in wait, 

With lifted teeth, as if to bite! 

Brave Admiral, say but one good word: 

What shall we do when hope is gone?'’ 

The words leapt as a leaping sword: 

"Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!" 


Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck. 

And peered through darkness. Ah, that night 
Of all dark nights! And then a speck — 

A light! A light! A light! A light! 

It grew, a starlit flag unfurled! 

It grew to be Time's burst of dawn. 

He gained a world! he gave that world 
Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!" 

— Joaquin Miller, 


1. Do you know what is meant by the Gates of Hercules? 

2. Suppose that Columbus had become discouraged and had 
allowed the men to turn the ships toward home, what would have 
happened? 

3. When we celebrate Columbus Day on October 12th, what are 
you going to think about? 

4. In what way can you be hke Columbus? 


*©1917, by C. H. Miller. Courtesy of the HarrWagner Publishing Co. 

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Democracy 
means ^ ^ ^ 
Government 
of the people, 
by the people, 
for the people. 


QUESTIONS 

Why is America the greatest democracy in the world? 

Why do the children of a democracy have a better chance 
than those of a country governed in any other way? 

Why should American children be the best young citizens in 
the world? 

How can they show that they are good citizens? 

How will this help the children who will come after them? 

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The Future — What Will It Bring? Just What You and I 
AND All of Us Make It Bring. Let Us Then do Our 
Best to be Good Citizens, and so Help Our Country. 


Ark of freedom! Glory's dwelling! 

Native land, God makes thee free! 
When the storms are round thee swelling, 
Let thy heart be strong in thee! 


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OUTLINE OF WORK 

For the Teacher 
PART I 
CIVIC VIRTUES 

I. COURAGE 

1. Physical — through stories of heroic acts. 

2. Moral — in truthfulness and honesty. 

II. SELF-CONTROL — In Act and Speech 

1. At home. 

2. At school. 

3. At play. 

Note. — In the treatment of this, as of other topics, the 
teacher^s example is of great importance. 

III. THRIFT 

1. Care in the use of school supplies: the economical use of 

paper, books, pencils, crayons, pens. 

2. Care of clothing: those who provide our clothing for us; 

how we should take care of it. 

3. The spending of money: what money is for; the wise 

use of money. 

4. The saving of money: the home bank; the school bank; 

the savings bank; encourage the children to save for 
some definite object a part of the money which is 
given to them or which they may earn. 

5. The saving of time. 

Note. — Relate this topic to Care of Property, Punctuality. 

IV. PERSEVERANCE 

1. In work: at home; at school. 

2. In well-doing. 

Note. — Relate this topic to Thoroughness. 

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A Class-room Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. 

Extract from a letter from a teacher: “ . . . I work 
the class-room S. P. C. A. in this way: after a lesson on 
Kindness to Animals, I mention forming a Society for the 
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. 

^^A part of the blackboard is devoted to the society, and 
the children are encouraged to bring in pictures of animals, 
which I paste on the board. I start the collection with 
one picture I have found. 

^^From day to day the children report any kind act they 
have done for animals, and I record them briefly on the board 
without names.” 

Special particulars as to the formation of a S. P. C. A. or 
Band of Mercy may be had by addressing the nearest city 
organization for such humane work, or by reading the laws 
which appear on the last few pages of the book “Black 
Beauty”; or by addressing the American Humane Educa- 
tion Society, 170-184 Longwood Avenue, Boston, Mass., 
from whom valuable literature on the subject may be 
obtained. 


PART II 

I. THE POLICEMAN 

1. Stories of police heroism. 

2. What the policeman does for us: Protects our homes; 

sends in alarm in case of fire; keeps watch while 
we are away, etc. Protects us on the streets by 
reporting cave-ins and putting up warning signals, 
etc. Protects us at street crossings from horses, 
automobiles, cars, etc. 

3. How we may aid the policeman. 

Note. — Relate this topic to Obedience, Helpfulness, Care of 
property, Respect, Self-control, Courage, Fair Play, Safety. 
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IL THE EIREMAN 

1. The story of a fire: The alarm; the race to the fire; 

how the firemen fight the fire; stories of heroic 
acts of firemen. 

2. A visit to a fire station: The engines; the firemen 

always ready to respond to an alarm; the horses; 
the automobile service; what takes place when an 
alarm of fire is sounded. 

3. Prevention of fires: Care in the use of matches — the 

rule of the United States Forestry Service: Break 
your match before throwing it away; the danger of 
playing with fire; the uses of fire when it is man’s 
servant; its dangers when it becomes master; stories 
of 'great fires, loss of life, property, etc. 

4. Giving alarms in case of fire: How alarms are sent 

in; false alarms. 

6. Precautions to insure personal safety: Care in the use 
of inflammable or explosive materials ; keeping 
hallways, fire escapes and other exits clear of 
obstructions; noting location of exits; keeping 
cool in case of fire — ^how easy it is for every one to 
get out if all keep cool — danger from panic — aiding 
the weak. 

Note. — Relate this topic to Safety, Self-Control, Courage. 


III. THE POSTMAN 

1. The story of a letter: How it is posted; the collection; 

the sub-postal station or the post-ofl5ce; how a letter 
travels; the letter ready for delivery. 

2. The postman: How often he delivers mail in your 

neighborhood; some of the things which he has to 
do; rural free delivery service. 

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3. A visit to the post-office: What we see; the sorting; 

stamping, etc. 

4. How we may help the postman: Addressing letters 

properly; writing distinctly in addressing letters; 
placing the stamp properly; answering the bell 
promptly for the postman; saving time by having 
a letter box. 

Note. — Relate this topic to Helpfulness, 

IV. THE STREET CLEANER 

1. Our streets — the hallways of the city. 

2. The people who use the streets. 

3. How the streets become dirty: The dirt caused by 

carelessness. 

4. The story of the men who clean the streets: How the 

streets are cleaned. 

5. How clean streets make for health. 

6. How we may aid in keeping our streets clean. 

Note. — Relate this topic to Cleanliness, Helpfulness, 
Safety, Respect. 

V. THE GARBAGE COLLECTOR 

1. Garbage — waste food: Care not to throw away any 

food that can be used. 

2. The garbage can covered. Why? 

3. The relation of decayed garbage to health — ffies. 

4. The garbage collector: What he does for us; when 

and how he makes his collections — the covered 
iron wagon; what is done with the garbage. 

6. Importance of observing city regulations. 

Note. — Relate this topic to Cleanliness, Helpfulness, 
Safety, Respect, Thrift. 


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VI. THE ASH COLLECTOR AND THE RUBBISH 
COLLECTOR 

1. The ashes in our houses: Keep in metal receptacles if 

possible to avoid fire. 

2. The rubbish in our houses: Danger of allowing rubbish 

to accumulate — fire — health; danger of fire from 
mixing ashes and rubbish. 

3. The ash collector and the rubbish collector: What they 

do for us; when and how they make their collections; 
the wagons they use; what is done with the ashes. 

4. Importance of observing city regulations. 

Note. — Relate this topic to CleanUness, Helpfulness, 
Safety, Respect. 

(Parts I and II of this outline are from the Course of Study in 
Civics for the Public Schools of Philadelphia). 

PART III 
SAFETY FIRST 

1. The value of safety first: Accidents from carelessness; 
sources of danger. 

2. How to protect oiuselves from danger: Chance-taking; 
being on guard. 

Note. — Relate this topic to Our Public Servants. 

PART IV 

THE JUNIOR RED CROSS 

1 . Stories about the work of the Red Cross. 

2. Stories about Red Cross heroes and heroines. 

3. Work of the Junior Red Cross. 

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MOW TO OBTAIN INFORMATION ABOUT 
THE JUNIOR RED CROSS 


On the Division Organization Map below, find the city indicated 
as Headquarters of the Division in which you are situated. 



Division Organization Map of the American Red* Cross 
Address: 


The Junior Red Cross 

(Name of your Division City) 

(Name of State) 

Offices of (Name of your Division) 

American Red Cross 

For example: 

Suppose you live in Montana. The name of the Division in 
which you are situated is ''Northern.’' The offices of the Head- 
quarters of your Division are in Minneapolis. 

\ You would address your inquiry as follows: 

The Junior Red Cross 

Minneapolis, Minn. 

Offices of Northern Division 
American Red Cross. 


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List of books telling about the Junior Red Cross: 

Story of the Red Cross’^ (free of charge). Ask for ARC 601. 
‘^Manual of Junior Red Cross Activities’^ (free). 

‘*Red Cross Stories for Children,” by Georgene Faulkner, with 
introduction by Doctor H. N. MacCracken. 

This little volume is the property of the American Red Cross. 

Note. — These books may be obtained from your Division 
Pleadquarters. 

BOOKS THAT WILL BE USEFUL IN TEACHING. 
RED CROSS ACTIVITIES 

The Mary Frances First Aid Book. 

The Mary Frances Cook Book. 

The Mary Frances Sewing Book. 

The Mary Frances Knitting and Crocheting Book. 

Published by the John C. Winston Co. 


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